With steady courage, my mother will rise,
To toast bread with butter for both of us guys,
Adding cinnamon sugar, as a sweet surprise.
***
By the heated stove, my mother cries,
As this simple pleasure is offered in guise,
With steady courage, my mother will rise.
***
The sweetened smell to my nose complies
Smallest moments of loving tries,
Adding cinnamon sugar, as a sweet surprise.
***
Each bite I savor is laced with goodbyes,
I taste the pain of the hurt and the lies,
With steady courage, my mother will rise.
***
Cold butter melts as my searing heart implies
Love unaccepting of compromise,
Adding cinnamon sugar, as a sweet surprise.
***
Around mouthfuls of toast time effortlessly flies,
Transient as the lives we devise.
With steady courage, my mother will rise,
Adding cinnamon sugar, as a sweet surprise.
About the Creator
Aaron Richmond
I get bored and I write things. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Mostly they're things.
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Lovely poem.
Mmmm, I can almost smell it! Loved your yummy poem!