It's early.
We're late.
And all but the bacon
is left on her plate.
Breakfast - a mother's first fail of the day.
Scrambled eggs?
Cinnamon toast?
Frosted Flakes?
A bowl of oats?
Breakfast - this mother's first fail of the day.
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
17 comments:
Ha, not easy being a mother!
Ah yes, it can be difficult sometimes to prepare a hearty breakfast especially when one is running late. Admirable write :)
Lots of love,
Sanaa
"What a bunch of ingrates! Your mother made that for you; eat it!" - Moskowitz Family Home, circa 1974
Great poem.
Your breakfast is definitely a gem in my eyes. love the food items mentioned. thanks!
Sometimes the world just seems a beat or two fast, and the self a beat or ten slow. It can feel like it's all uphill.
Oh, man. I feel this. Truth.
It's never the way we think it will be.
Yes, its difficult to please others! Short and sweet ...
Geetashree
So hard to get them to eat in the morning - then they stay hungry till noon. Maybe a smoothie would go down easier?
I wouldn't have dared to let my mom know breakfast was a fail--or dared to leave it over. Sigh. But times have changed. I kind of feel the irony here, and see the mom's eyes rolling.
uh oh...so hard to please sometimes :(
Certainly the way your children eat is a measure of the their wellness and mood especially if their favorite tastes are ignored.
Precious dear
well written
good luck!
My kids never leave the bacon either. I never seemed to get above a "fail" on my mom report card. But we show up, listen, love - very much above average.
But not an epic fail! Full tummies and a hug is surely a success...a satisfying poem..good as bacon
bacon ... be achin', on the "left" side of the plate; everythint else on the "right"
breafast ... definitely what we do every day: break fast
mother's-first fail of the day ... I feel like the biggest failure when I put myself first.
YOu actually sound pretty successful to me. k.
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