Saturday, December 10, 2005

To the boy I hoped would be the last (on his birthday)

As breakfast is the most important
meal of the day, I’ll deliver yours on a tray

toast & jam (homemade)

a bowl of fruit, yogurt, honey

the morning paper & crossword

I’ll serve coffee in the thermos
I got for my birthday

(in lieu of a dog

Canadian Tire makes me less weepy
than the pound)

& curl into the pillows, into you

with a kiss for each of your years.


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