mommy restaraunt

arobot


 The first to rise was not a  crowing rooster
The first light is a woman's bedside lamp
 She doesn't even need an alarm clock
 Her biological clock is set at 5:00 a. M.
 First the bedroom bedside lamp, the kitchen stove
Then the porridge, blurring the window
sputter sound of fried eggs, and the smell
 Adds something to the child's morning dream
 Although sleepy, taste not awake
 There wasn't much touched and taken at the table
 But every day of every week
 Like a restaurant open from five to nine
  Never close before the gaokao
 
After gaokao
The restaurant closed
 Never open again

  • Author: arobot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 10th, 2020 11:00
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  • arobot

    for Mother's Day
    to myself

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    BRIAN HERE - GOOD EVENING AROBOT ~ Thanks for an interesting but very true Poem. As an Educationalist I am familiar with the GAOKAO which is a Chinese examination for entrance into Higher Education. The implication in the Poem being that when ones Child passed the GAOKAO - They would FLEE THE NEST and go to UNIVERSITY ! Mommys Restaurant would no longer be needed !
    For a healthy Child a good Breakast is important . Please check our Poem TODAY - THANKS

    Love BRIAN & ANGELA πŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’›

    • arobot

      Used to be sad about it--the uselessness as a mother no longer useful
      But now, total freedom to be myself, an incarnation

      πŸ’›Thanks for understanding
      Fare well, in the literal sense πŸ’›



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