Thursday, October 9, 2014

Window Poem

I see bacon and eggs sizzling on the stove top.
Mother's in her apron making biscuits to the left.
Today something is different.
Today mother is making more food than normal.
She does this sometimes.
It seems like we will be having company for breakfast.
It was a nice, warm, but not too warm, morning in May.
There is a cow to be milked in the barn out back.
And there is a breakfast about to be eaten.

1 comment:

  1. I love this old-fashioned farm scene--totally fits the house and also reminds me of what my mother has told me about mornings at her grandparents house in the country in Oklahoma.

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