Sunday Morning Pancakes

Gabcast! Dancing With Daisy #38 - Sunday Morning Pancakes




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Sunday Morning Pancakes


no jangling alarm clocks

church not till 10
plenty of time for rising

sunlight filters through white curtains
all is still and quiet

stretching while in bed
slowly sitting up
easing out of covers
into robe and slippers
gently entering the day

hold the handrail
going down

morning knees
complain about the stairs
creaking with each step

poodle dog at the bottom
waiting patiently
wags his tail
leads me to the door

cool air swirls in
as he slips out

air smelling fresh
embraces me

dog comes back in
goes back to his bed

I pad to the kitchen alone

a bowl with flour, eggs, milk, oil
on the counter
me stirring
thinking
wondering
waiting

waiting for the skillet to heat

waiting for the others

still no noise
save the scraping of the spoon
against the side of the bowl

batter poured in neat circles
bubbling
time to flip
golden brown

butter and syrup
plates and forks
at the ready

stirring of a different sort
begins in other rooms

sleepy faces appear
the others shuffle in

slow smiles
gentle hugs

"mornin', Mom"

pouring milk
orange juice
cup of tea

chairs pulled up to the table

sharing the peace
sharing a prayer


sharing the joy
of
Sunday morning pancakes





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