Morning Tea
Celia Donoghue
Weekend mornings you bring me tea
and toast , the jar of marmalade inviting to excess,
a Thank you said , though no surprise,
it is my due you know, return for a
quintet of early risings, coaxing up of
teenage son, and dog let out, and maybe bins
to sort among the morning rush of icy windscreen,
packing lunch,as you sleep unaware.
But when we come to reckoning
of simple acts of kindness then
these breakfast plates will be
remembered, savoured, tasted
once again ,the heat and comfort,
Free flow time and sense of home.