Breakfast
Weekend
Fast fade
Monday morning
Mother in a rush
Footsteps
Quick beat
Feet barely touching
Cement
Dropping me off
Was Mother’s necessity.
In the kitchen
Grandmother and Mother
Exchanged easy words
And laughter
Sun shining
Inside
Puffy faced
I searched an old cigar box
For the candy and change
Hidden there.
I 'm going to make you a good breakfast
Said grandmother
If I said I had cold cereal
It would upset her
We walked slowly
To the corner grocer
Grandmother's hand trembled
As she picked up the change from the counter
We have butter she said
And we have eggs and we have milk.
Good now you can eat
The store owner smiled
The door bell clanging goodbye for us
Holding grandmother's hand
Not a care in the world
Breakfast was crepes
Thin as paper
Full of jam
Mother worked
Someplace in the City
Tall buildings
Strangers everywhere
A place where no one smiled
A noisy place
Of strange sounds
Moving cars
Pushing people
A place from where
She came home
Tired and angry
Why it was
I was too young to know.
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