Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar

poem by me: saturday mornings

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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