Sunshine falls
Anything but vain
Across the rooftops
To the vale
Where sheperds keep
Their milling flock
The kitchen awakens
Cup and clock.
Kettle whistles
Plates are moved
To the table
Breakfast soon
Bacon sizzles
Eggs are fried
The day it rubs
Its sleepy eyes.
Children now
In idle chatter
Smiles and laughter
Quiet to shatter
Mother frowns
Dont be late for school
A family fills
The morning room.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Ahh, a good start to the day and brekkie, then the rest of the day wasted waiting for that bus! lol.
A hearty breakfast and off to bus stop lol
It is the personification that gives charm to this write. It gives it personality and a magical sense. Nicely done
Thanks and appreciation my friend
My pleasure
Oh yes, the morning room! I remember those days... sadly no longer.. tres saudade. 👍🏻🕊️
gone but not forgotten
There’s a warm, homespun charm here, as sunshine moves from the rooftops into the kitchen and the ordinary morning rituals gather a family into the same small, lively world before the day pulls them apart. “The day it rubs / Its sleepy eyes” is the keeper for me, because that gentle personification gives the whole scene a pulse, making breakfast feel less like routine and more like the world waking up alongside the people who call it home.
thanking you, much appreciated read and comment
I could hear the kettle, the plates, and somebody reminding everyone they’re late, Norman…very familiar territory! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanks my friend, much appreciated
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