Elizabeth Yale
Bayou City II
I could smell it as soon as I walked in the door
breakfast
pancakes, oil on the cast iron skillet
his face so endearing, bedhead still there
“I made us pancakes with peanut butter and honey”
a sign of his ever deepening love
a surprise so simple, offered with tea
changes the heart, prefers to let in
the insatiable gratitude of lovers in part
and the grace of the Spirit evoking a grin
overflowing the vessel, to end is to begin
Elizabeth, this is a very creative poem. The wording expresses a perfect breakfast!
how lovely! thanks for sharing
DELICIOUS IN MULTIPLES OF WAYS.
Elizabeth, what a heartwarming poem! I love the way you worked in the double meaning of vessel after showing us the skillet and inferring a teapot. Lovely.