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
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for Mother's Day
to myself
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 💛💛💛
Used to be sad about it--the uselessness as a mother no longer useful
But now, total freedom to be myself, an incarnation
💛Thanks for understanding
Fare well, in the literal sense 💛
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