herbiehancock

Gabcast! Dancing With Daisy #38 - Sunday Morning Pancakes Click the play button above to hear me read this poem. 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 for...