Rising
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!”
This,
The true gift of Saturday,
Is carried on February air to my full heart.
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Michele Morin is a Bible teacher, writer, reader, and gardener committed to the truth that women can become confident Christ-followers and students of God's Word. She has been married to an unreasonably patient husband for thirty-plus years, and together they have four sons, three daughters-in-love, four 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, Instagram, Twitter.
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I enjoyed your post very much. It definitely captured a slice of life on a February morning. Love the photo!
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Oh, my heart just melted over that thank you. Thanks for taking time to read!
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I love this…I was right there with you in the kitchen!
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Thanks for reading!
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Oh, this is so beautiful, perfect depiction of a full heart.
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Love it when my rowdy boys are all together!
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