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

I am a teacher, blogger, reader, and gardener who finds joy in sitting at a table surrounded by women with open Bibles. I have been married to an unreasonably patient husband for nearly 27 years, and our four children are growing up at an alarming rate. Nonetheless, two teens still remain at home, and along with an incorrigible St. Bernard, we laugh, make messes, clean them up, and then start all over again. I love hot tea and well-crafted sentences, poems that stop me in my tracks and days at the ocean with the whole family. I lament biblical illiteracy and advocate for the prudent use of "little minutes." I blog at Living Our Days because "the way I live my days will be, after all, the way I live my life." You can connect with me on Facebook or Twitter.

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