Gordon Jerome

Birthday Breakfast - Poem by Gordon Jerome

I awake in the morning with you by my side
I gently roll over and from our bed I slide
across the bedroom floor I so quietly creep
trying not to wake you as softly you sleep
I stop in the doorway for just one more look
then off to the kitchen our breakfast to cook
I turn on the stove and soon heat up the pan
then start to cook breakfast as best that I can
I think to myself as slowly your eggs I fluff
I dont hardly do this not nearly enough
you deserve this treatment more than I do
so I do this to prove my deep love for you
breads in the toaster soon ready to butter
eggs in the pan now spit and they sputter
the juice is squeezed and ready to chill
I am proud of myself not a dropp did I spill
I fry up some bacon to go with your eggs
it spits and spatters grease onto my legs
I stumble and knock the eggs onto the floor
then the pitcher of juice tips over to pour
the bacon is burning and the toast is black
I slip on the eggs and fall down on my back
your awaken to the noise of my acheing groan
now drawn to the kitchen by my mumbling moan
you turn off the stove and help me to my feet
as I suggest for your birthday we go out to eat.
'closing thought'
your love is seen in the things that you do
so if all else fails just simply be you

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010

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