Some Mondays, I share snippets from recent entries in my Gratitude Journal.
#2201. Friends come to Breakfast
not seen since February
on their way from south to north
for the Thanksgiving holiday.
At the door
we are all
“My, how you’ve grown!”
with our jacketless southerners
who are not yet used to
adding a layer before heading out for the day
And it isn’t until local friends arrive
that I see I need to clear off the coat hooks
just inside the kitchen door
so there’s a place for the jackets and scarfs.
* * *
AFTER THE PANCAKES
one of the littlest visitors,
just finding his voice,
discovers among my toys
a stuffed dog he clutches the whole time here.
And two girls who haven’t seen each other
for 10 months now
suddenly jump up from the table
and stand back-to-back
to see who’s tallest.
I hear the piano in the next room
before I can utter a syllable
or make eye contact
Wally calls for a wet towel
and tends to the syrup-sticky hands
before they travel too far.
I am still pouring batter onto the griddle.
We are lovers of hubbub
and all these people
and the lowly pancake
and the hastily planned gathering.