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Array ( [sid] => 114523 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Famous Breakfast [time] => 2006-02-08 21:18:22 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I used to sit at her kitchen table.
My Grandma would be mixing the
Dull yellowish goop in a worn, off-white bowl.
She'd take a slice
Of Wonder Bread
And drown the thing in the mixture.
She's put it in the
Pan on the stove
And the aroma of
Cinamon, egg, and toasty bread
Would flow through the small stuffy house.
She'd take it off the stove and
Press it between two paper towels.
It left clear-yellow greas stains.
Using her dull black
Kitchen scissors
She'd carefully cut the
Spotty brown and yellow bread
Into soft thin strips.
It was served to me on
A thick, bordered, paper plate with a bottle of
Stick, clear-brownAunt Jemima
on the side and
A small glass cup of tangy orange.
It tasted like heaven,
So light and soft but solid and fillinf.
Before I knew it
It as gone and
Left in front of me
Was a scratched, sticky, greasy plate
On a bumpy, beige
Table cloth.
The perfect breakfast was gone
But the memories
Will last
Forever.
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The Famous Breakfast

Contributed by Drapes on Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 09:18:22 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

I used to sit at her kitchen table.
My Grandma would be mixing the
Dull yellowish goop in a worn, off-white bowl.
She'd take a slice
Of Wonder Bread
And drown the thing in the mixture.
She's put it in the
Pan on the stove
And the aroma of
Cinamon, egg, and toasty bread
Would flow through the small stuffy house.
She'd take it off the stove and
Press it between two paper towels.
It left clear-yellow greas stains.
Using her dull black
Kitchen scissors
She'd carefully cut the
Spotty brown and yellow bread
Into soft thin strips.
It was served to me on
A thick, bordered, paper plate with a bottle of
Stick, clear-brownAunt Jemima
on the side and
A small glass cup of tangy orange.
It tasted like heaven,
So light and soft but solid and fillinf.
Before I knew it
It as gone and
Left in front of me
Was a scratched, sticky, greasy plate
On a bumpy, beige
Table cloth.
The perfect breakfast was gone
But the memories
Will last
Forever.

Copyright Â© Drapes ... [ 2006-02-08 21:18:22]
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Re: The Famous Breakfast (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 9th February 2006 @ 04:53:27 AM AEST
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Great work! I admire you using words like thing to descibe. It seems so bland a word, yet it makes this piece very hip and contemporary. This seems like a urban piece. Like modern day Langston Hughes. I know that it is not an "urban" topic but I got a busy city feeling in this work, though it was about your grand mother. Makes me feel warm and busy.

I hope that makes sense. Kudos!

- SCM

Re: The Famous Breakfast (User Rating: 1 )
by Lilly-Quill on Thursday, 11th May 2006 @ 01:14:01 AM AEST
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Such a kitchen pictorial view, here’s me loving the scene you’ve give us; especially the eloquent attention to detail. I really enjoyed this memorable and sentimental muse. A perfect breakfast heaven from a perfect moment and person in time; this is really beautiful.

~Lilly-Quill

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