Saturday’s Gift

In time to taste the last slice
Of apricot haze before morning sunshine —

I thought —

To be the giver.

Peanut butter syrup simmering on the stove and
An industrious waffle iron manufacturing perfect chocolate grids:
The gift of a warm breakfast before a cold day of snowy mountain fun.

Lanky Redwood forest of boys
Towers over me in the kitchen

(in the way)

And finds a noisy path to the table.
One refill of every plate and then
A wave to the over-packed compact car.

“Thanks, mum, for the breakfast!”

The true gift of Saturday,
Is carried on February air to my full heart.


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Michele Morin

Michele Morin is a teacher, blogger, reader, and gardener who finds joy in sitting at a table surrounded by women with open Bibles. She has been married to an unreasonably patient husband for nearly 30 years, and together they have four sons, two daughters-in-love, two grandchildren, and one lazy St. Bernard. Michele loves hot tea and well-crafted sentences, poems that stop her in her tracks and days at the ocean with the whole family. She laments biblical illiteracy and advocates for the prudent use of “little minutes.” She blogs at Living Our Days, and you can connect with her on Facebook or Twitter.

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