It’s my favorite place in the whole house:
A large rectangular cold stainless steel box
With pictures and Christmas cards on the doors,
Where leftovers are served and lunches are stored,
Where ice cubes are made and water is served.
Jellies and jams, fresh fruits and vegetables,
Old Thanksgiving pie and sweet potatoes,
Butters and spreads at the top of the door,
One percent milk stored in gallons below,
Even my brother’s old coffee cup way in the back.
William Cullen created the first fridge.
In the past people called it an ice box.
Fridges can be old, and some can be new.
Some are dirty like the bottom of shoes,
One thing I know is they’re full of food.
My fridge is on the edge of our kitchen.
Next to the pantry, but the pantry is another story.
There is no place for it in the fridge.
The mighty and food filled, wonderful fridge.
Fulmore
8th