Eggs, scrambled hard.
Grits with more cheese than grits.
Bacon for one, sausage for the other.
Sleep roughened voices.
Morning kisses good bye.
She sits with her.
Salad, sandwich and chips.
She steals her apples.
But all is forgiven when cookies are offered as peacemaker.
Lunch is 30 minutes, but love makes it last.
Spaghetti, because she likes how she makes it.
Tv on. Did you see that?
Garlicky fingers from slightly burnt toast.
She licks her fingers anyway.
Spooning. Sleep. Bed. Love.