Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar

poem by me: saturday mornings

saturdays,
short of catastrophe or unavoidable meetings at dawn,
he makes breakfast--
waffles, biscuits, scones--
has for years,
as long as my childish memory can hold.
no sleeping in for him,
no cereal in front of cartoons for us;
is this not a silent show of love?
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  • february is apparently snow month this year

    I REALLY wish we still got snow days--February would've been nearly as much vacation as work, this year. :P

  • MOAR SNOW

    :cackles maniacally: Just in time, too--our front lawn was starting to show grass again. It's all safely covered up now!

  • let it snow, let it snow

    thebratfarrar.tumblr.com/random (it did actually snow another 2 inches, btw)

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