My soul gives thanks
for the blessed hands
that prepared this morning’s fare.
My children felt that their mommy
deserved some breakfast in bed.
Some greasy eggs and diced sausages
they whipped into an omelette.
I ain’t complaining, greasy or not
it’s certainly delicious 😊
A handful of grapes
Some toasted bread
a dab of cheese and tea
now my tummy is all ecstatic
mommy is thinking poetic.
When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.
Eyes full of resplendent thoughts,
I watched a butterfly flit around
from a petal to another like a true flirt,
not too sure on which one to settle.
It’s an appetite inducing exercise to listen raptly,
I dug into the sizzling barbecue with a sigh of pleasure.
*an extract from my poem*