Bed and BrekfastA Poem by Madame MystiqueA little girl makes breakfast for her sick motherBed and Breakfast “Mama I will treat you for breakfast” Doctor said she needed rest Three weeks to be exact.
“Thanks dear you’re an angel” Her back aching with pain She overdid it as usual.
“Today no fruits and yogurt” She wanted to make something different Scrambled eggs with sun dried tomatoes, basil and feta.
“It should not be so hard” Suddenly everything turned wrong By cutting her fingers and burning their food
“Honey are you ok?” Getting out of bed Her mother walked to the kitchen.
“Mommy I ruined our breakfast” She said among sobs and tears Flustered and ashamed she hid from her biggest hero.
“Sweetheart you tried your best” She kissed her daughter’s tears away Telling her that everything will be ok.
“But what do we eat now?” They ended eating fruits and yogurt Breakfast was served.
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1 Review Added on November 10, 2011 Last Updated on November 10, 2011 AuthorMadame MystiqueSan Jose, Costa RicaAboutMy poetry is messy, spontaneous and out of the blue... Enjoy :). I've been writing poetry for 4 years now, my life would be miserable without it. more..Writing
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