Morning Musing

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If the brew was bitter,

your words made it sweeter

and my scrambled 

always turned up

sunny side

whenever we went out 

for breakfast.

It was never really about finding

the best place after all... 

Author's Note

Thinking about my Dad today, his anniversary. He loved taking us out for breakfast, especially trying new places to find the "perfect eggs"...

Reviews

[J. K. Beach]

Even without knowing this was about your Dad, I thought... how true it is that being with anyone we love shoves any food, good, meh, or bad, into the background. Now I know, for you, it was always a feast of love. Just beautiful!

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much, JK...

[Ivory]

This was a very sweet little piece. Smile yet it holds a beautiful memory for you : )

[Rita L. Sev]

Indeed it does... Thank you, Ivory.

[Lydia Shutter]

Somehow I knew the words were for your Dad....when we lose them, nothing is ever quite the same again. Great metaphor. Any place with Dad is the best place for a meal....heavy sigh. The sentiment is rich and honest. So lovely, Rita. Lydi**

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Lydi. Yes, he seeps into my thoughts wherever I go...

[willweb]

This poem is as wonderful as the memories that inspired it. This brought a smile to my face today. Thank you sharing this Rita.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Will!

[Cory Barrett]

The is wonderfully playful, and all though it is charming, the metaphors are great! Sweet and awesome are a difficult combo.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Streamline. Actually, sweet and awesome describe my father who inspired this poem, so I truly appreciate your words!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Sweet and tender memories brought up the breakfast outings of sunny side times. The best places are the best memory cases. Bravo................

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes they certainly are... Thank you, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................

[Aethereal]

Now you have me thinking fondly about my granddad of times past when I was a small child. Sometimes he would visit in the morning to prepare scrambled eggs for me according to an old Northern European recipe handed down to him through the generations. His recipe was lost, but not the memory of how good those scrambled eggs tasted.

[Rita L. Sev]

So glad this brought a fond memory... Thanks, Aethereal.

[NasirMansor]

I think you've done a really good job Rita! Reading this makes me think of my family and my hometown.

[Rita L. Sev]

So glad this could give you a good memory. Thank you, Nasir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it wasn't about the best place...because breakfast was the best anywhere you were with him...

a tender tribute....

nicely done in Rita Style.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Jacob.

[Marie]

What a lovely memory to have about your father. My husband liked to go out for breakfast, but he was afraid to try anything more exotic than McDonald's...

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Marie. We had our favorite places, but my Dad was always up for an adventure, too.