We were in the kitchen late 

You saw me look over at your plate 

Visions of my halcyon childhood awoke 

As I glimpsed the buttery white bread with gooey cheese in between 

It was one of the most excellent things I’d ever seen

There was hope the hunger could be broke 

I had planned to eat cereal 

But my plans changed when I saw that material 

You said, “Why don’t you eat the grilled cheese?”

Ahh, how my soul was pleased

You zapped it in the microwave 

Satisfaction met my crave 

First trimester pregnancy is my favorite card to play 

White bread and buttery melted American and Swiss

You leaned in and gave me a kiss

As cheese leaked from my lips 

A late night of peace 

It was so kind of you to share your grilled cheese