Our ‘Favourite Breakfast’ theme this week,
Conjures something warm and meek,
But years ago, meant other things,
That made us kids (me!) feel like kings,
My mama cooked, you know it’s true,
Made things delicious, roast to stew,
Her breakfasts? Easily the best,
Made common tenants feel like guests,
But Saturdays, occasionally,
Were gifts to (age eight), sleepy me!
I’d miss the crowd at breakfast time,
Then make my own—Oh! How sublime!
My chocolate milk, with Mom, you know,
Two spoons of mix, then stir and go,
When on my own, the colour was,
My one condition, no faux pas,
More dark was better, sweeter, too,
Five teaspoons plus would get me through.
Then flakes of bran, that glorious food,
With creamy milk, then sweet imbued,
A generous layer—bottom, top,
I’d want to eat and never stop.
Yes, sugar was my main ingred…
A good deal more than e’er I’d need!
It’s fortunate those Saturdays,
Didn’t often come my way,
Yep. Mom’s good food did help me thrive,
The likely the reason I’m alive!
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| Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com |
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
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