Mother and Breakfast
Mother gets up early to prepare breakfast
for me and the family.
Mother is as faithful
as the sun.
Mother feeds me
with rice, eggs, fish or chicken, fruits and coffee.
Mother feeds me,
her youngest son.
The most important meal of the day
is prepared by the most important woman in the world.
To me, that’s a happy fact.
It’s not breakfast without Mother.
Really, it’s not.
This poem was written/submitted by WILLIAM SIENES III.
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