Breakfast is the best part of the day. This is a poem about losing someone to a disease (I personally had cancer in mind when I wrote this, but it could be any disease or disorder)... hope you enjoy :) My take on the role of a mother and the heroic journey of women.
Thank you for reading <3 Whenever I get home from school I binge eat. I also eat soooooo much when I'm stressed. A nostalgic tanka tale.
Countdown: 11 more days! Musings while having the first meal of the day. Let's talk about those beautiful breakfast photos we all drool over. Very vivid memory of a morning long ago. Champorado and tuyo (chocolate porridge-thing and dried fish). I think it was the first time I figured out that things weren't all black and white or something... Without You, The Mornings Grew Quiet.. I got your breakfast right HERE! ~ B R E A K F A S T ~ Do we really need breakfast? Or is that just another illusion society sells us on? I should probably be thinking about what I have to do that day. Haha, my priorities are wonderful. A small, short poem for the challenge Breakfast. Breakfast Most important meal of the day.
I picture us making breakfast with one or both of us wearing the marks from the night before with flour spilling all over the counter as his hands find my hips and his lips find my neck
we can make this a routine