Why, oh Microwave,
Is my platter so hot?
My food’s edge is smoldering,
Yet the center is not.
Your micro wave power,
Is impressive indeed.
But fully warmed chowder
Is what my mouth needs.
My fingers are seared
From touching this bowl,
My flesh you left blistered,
And my dinner, left cold.
Donnella was born in and lives in the New Orleans area. She writes fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. She's a cancer mom and has been involved with St. Baldrick's Foundation, who raise money for childhood cancer research, since 2013. She's shaved her head to raise donations for St. Baldrick's 5 times. She has earned the rank of Squire. She appreciates everyone and anyone who is willing to read her writings.
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