A Memory Postponed - Breakfast in Bed

A Memory Postponed– Breakfast in Bed

AJW

5/12/13

Alone in a king bed

I wake

to footsteps

tiptoeing

down stairs.

A light sleeper,

I register each window shake

and sliding door creak.

But on this morn

little feet slap

along wooden floor.

The pantry door opens

and shuts

and opens

rustling of plastic

shatters silence in the house.

I am not supposed to be up.

A five-year-old boy

tells me,

I’ll let you know

when to wake.

But it is too late.

So I wait.

for my reward

which comes on a tray -

a bowl brimming

with vanilla pudding and colored Loops

garnished with raisins atop.

In one Sunday morning,

he manages to cover

three food groups -

and ground that

most men will not.