Apple Cider Cinnamon

Heat blasts from the oven

The biscuits go in

And replace the bacon

Cinnamon rolls caked with icing

Sit just waiting 

For those still starving

 

Across the room

The fire is stoked

And floor swept by straw broom

Small candle lights bob about

And the kids have no doubt 

Breakfast is ready soon

 

Down the stairs

Then back up

Thunderous petit feet

Bring joyful glares

And greetings from the young pup

 

Outside a car pulls in

Doors swing close

And larger ones open

Still, the cat leaves to wherever he goes

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741