Morning Feast
Waking up early, I slip from bed, to
gather morning components
of eggs, milk and bread
for I know not what you like...
I want you to know, in more
ways than last night, that I care for you,
so here, hopefully without reprimand,
I'm back, fundamentals in hand...
Beginning with the mixture in bowl
to bring them together and fold
the lightest of buscuits and
perhaps gravy too
I pause, maybe just pancakes
just a few, because the one thing I love
is that you can eat, and I love watching, too
the way you have devoured a meal in front of me
The smell has hit you and out you come
as coffee is poured, just for two
With eggs, pancakes, biscuits, jellies and jam,
honey, butter and juice laid on the table
and I open the oven, a frittata, just for you
You hug me from behind, "what is this?"
I turn and look at your beautiful eyes and
Whisper, "why this is all for you,
Just to say I love you.."
You smile and squeeze my hand
you move to take your seat,
just before you do...
a kiss on the cheek
feeding me, too