Breakfast
by Joyce Sutphen
My father taught me how to eat breakfast
those mornings when it was my turn to help
him milk the cows. I loved rising up from
the darkness and coming quietly down
the stairs while the others were still sleeping.
I'd take a bowl from the cupboard, a spoon
from the drawer, and slip into the pantry
where he was already eating spoonfuls
of cornflakes covered with mashed strawberries
from our own strawberry fields forever.
Didn't talk much—except to mention how
good the strawberries tasted or the way
those clouds hung over the hay barn roof.
Simple—that's how we started up the day.
Breakfast by Joyce Sutphen
Breakfast by Joyce Sutphen
"Condemn me not because of mine imperfection,... but rather give thanks unto God that he hath made manifest unto you our imperfections, that ye may learn to be more wise than we have been." Mormon 9:31
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