Breakfast In Bed

A piece of bread – untoasted Splotches of peanut butter in torn spots Chocolate syrup dripping With M&M’s sprinkled on top A bowl of Capt’n Crunch Extra marshmallows on the side An open jar of fresh bee’s honey Unpopped kernels of pop-corn thrown inside Warm water with ten teabags Inside a sippy cup The tall glass of orange juice empty It tipped over on its way up But he made it with his own hands Of that he’s surely proud Singing, “I made you breakfast in bed, Dad” A little bit too loud I know there’s a mess in the kitchen Waiting for Dad, a towel and mop But the smiles he puts upon my face Will surely never stop