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