Breakfast, In The Morning by ShyHeart

All night, you have dreamed, his arms held you tight
All his love, from his heart, he shared, with you, last night
Then you, wake up, he, is still asleep and you get up and say
God, I love this man, he was so, hard but, tender last night

You get up, you have work to do, but, this morning, it is a
Special day for you, the words are gone, last night, He was in
Your arms, you made love, all night long, in his arms
So, this morning, you get out of bed, shower and because of your love

You are in the kitchen, biscuits & home made gravy, Scrambled eggs
Hot coffee, and orange juice, my, I love this man, who loves me
Then, I set the table, everything he needs, is in front of him
As he awakes, reaches for me, I’m in the kitchen darlin, take your shower

Then as we set down, to a man’s morning meal, that is when I realize
I made love, to a ghost of my heart, last night and as I pour, the coffee
And sit down, all I see, is a breakfast for one, again, I am a lone
Yet, Last night, he was in my heart, and put the dishes away, I cry

Megan (152.163.100.130) -- Thursday, January 13 2005, 04:01 am

Breakfast, In The Morning
Ironic & full of feeling. Great poem.

Martin Vann (67.234.27.177) -- Thursday, January 13 2005, 04:06 pm

Seems To Me, You Have Had This Breakfest, Before?
Megan,

Thank you, for your reply. If, I could not write words, that meant something to our lives, yours or mine, I would be wasting my time. Words like yours, a, simple and honest reply, keep my heart full and refresh my soul. Ha you not used the word, Ironic, I would have just thanked you for your comment. However, I have it in my heart, you have made this breakfest to, at sometime. I think, all you really had, was some cereal and perhaps, a slice ot toast.

No matter, I'm just very, pleased, this poem ment something to you.

MV

Meridian (172.130.173.98) -- Thursday, January 13 2005, 08:43 pm

mmmmm
Martin! The smell of eggs sizzling hot, and bacon heating in the microwave, with pancakes cooking on the stove, with the syrup and butter already on the table, makes my stomach growl. Nice words! I know it must've felt rotten to have a hallucination, where you thought you were with someone else, but all the time, you were all alone.

Great again!

joyce ivy (65.12.35.177) -- Tuesday, January 18 2005, 03:06 pm

MartinV
I have to agree with Meri...But you know Martin..some times those ghost in our hearts are all we have...and sometimes..that's best...great write...sad but great...really felt your words here...and I agree with what you said to Megan......if you can't write words that mean something...then your time is wasted...and I believe... A mind sould never be wasted...Let you thoughts be known>>>thanks Joyce

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