Eggs over easy and coffee
Black,
Strong.
He teases through clouds of bacon grease and laughs at the fact the toast just burned.
We sit relaxing on top of orange juice hangovers and melted butter conversations.
Excited about fruit loop trips gazing through frosted flake windows.
Marsh mellow clouds envelope dreams of toaster strudel success.
He is mine
And I...
Am His.
IHOP has nothing on the service he gives and I love the hours he puts in.
Pancakes favor him, while good ole' fashioned grits tickle my senses and I feel warm inside.
We walk outside.
To enjoy the air God gave us so graciously, and I smile
how wonderful it is
to share this moment.
A moment heated by oven rays of cinnamon sticks and ice cold milk.
I never wanted to feel so sticky with syrup temptations, easing through the cracks of waffle squares.
Yet,
I like the though of falling.
Seeping into peanut butter and jelly secrets, and feeling beautiful.
Sings songs of fruit salads and cream cheese bagels.
Dance,
Dance dances that fill you up like biscuits and gravy.
Love,
Love hard and never look back towards soggy cocoa puffs and stale bread.
Laugh,
Smile,
and just..........Eat breakfast!
About the Creator
Treva Carter
33 years young! Trying to restore back to myself the gift that I thought was lost! Writing is who I am, it is my time to claim it.
Instagram: trevaisthename
Website: www.marysdaughter.org
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