McNay days almost always start
With breakfast at La Madeleine
A chance to start the day a lettle better
The dance of fireplace flame
Perhaps chord wrapping of the chairs
Classic displacing Muzak
Warmth of egg and ham set against quiche pastry
Or pouring self a steaming cup of the coffee of a better sort
I can not tell you why for sure
But the day starts better
With breakfast at La Madeleine.
Oh, I can smell the bacon, steam rising from the tea and that crisp sound of a knife across warm toast. All that in sumptuous surroundings with fine music too. Drooling is not good for the keyboard!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You made me want to be there and at the end I felt I had been transported, if just for that moment.