Birthday Breakfast

August 20, 2009
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I woke up this morning
To my phone buzzing--a text
"Meet me downstairs"
I get out of bed a little perplexed

I smell bacon frying
As I head to the kitchen
"My mom's never up this early"
The smell starts to thicken

Then I see you
In my mother's pink apron
You're stirring pancake batter
And my mouth falls open

"Good morning sunshine"
You say, getting 2 plates out
"Did you sleep well?"
"What's this all about?"

"Don't you know what today is?"
"Uh I don't know, thursday?"
You hand me a plate and say
"I love you, baby, Happy birthday!"

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dreamer_believer said...
Aug. 21, 2009 at 6:37 pm
another great poem!
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