Breakfast Rituals

Breakfast Rituals

A Poem by Neville

Breakfast Rituals

 


After breakfast


and without so much as


even thinking


He half turned and placed


the very


tenderest of kisses upon her


right temple ..


Then, they just stood there


side by side ..


Deep in contemplation for


a moment ..


Until something clicked and


he resumed


the rinsing and she began


to dry the used


fine china breakfast dishes ..


Those reserved for


Sunday mornings, such as these


 

© 2021 Neville


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Added on December 2, 2021
Last Updated on December 2, 2021

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Neville
Neville

Gone West folks....., United Kingdom



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Sometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..