Breakfast in bed…

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.

Breakfast in bed


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Out of the silent breath

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*

29 thoughts on “Breakfast in bed…

  1. Make me breakfast in bed. My Grand children may, one day when I am too far gone to remember or maybe to forget. Maybe they will put culinary skills to the test for an old woman. Me, who once had cold raw porridge mixed with jam, orange juice, a slice of bread and ham, a tea made from the tap delivered for a treat. If they do I will do as before and eat every scrap. Moments like these are easily the best; treasure them like gold. πŸ˜‡

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      • If we did our jobs correctly, they will be busy loving their lives and won’t give a seconds thought about missing their Mother. They will just love from a distance, the way thats right. And we are busy being proud of the adults they became to be missing the children that were.

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