Our two nice
China cups
battered old teapot
plastic bottle of milk
a spray of freesia
setting the scene
with a flourish
all of its own.
Old photograph
fallen from old book
enacts that
morning yet again
breakfast
over
30 years
ago.
Still the same
delight.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beakfast-at-fredrick-st/
