We share the early morning silence,
The table decorated with empty cereal bowls
With the smell of waffles almost burnt
Mixing with the aroma of Laura's hot cocoa.
We share a can of fruit cocktail
And toast with cinnamon and butter.
Gone, the Lucky Charms.
Gone, Honey Nut Cheerios.
The weekly ritual begins our interludes--
Mine between work and more work,
Hers: between homework and play.
First, she’ll wash her face and brush her teeth,
Then I’ll braid her hair, entwining time
And tenderness. We both need to
Prepare for rough and tumble time,
Jump ropes and bar tag, --Bratz
And brownies. But first,
Let’s enjoy the table talk
That time allows.
We’ve starved ourselves
For attention. Now
Let us get our fill,
Meet a need
We both feel.
Everyone, can wait.
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