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Breakfast

“What shall we have for breakfast?”

Katie asked her Dad.

He said, “Let’s have something no one else

in the world has ever had.”

“How about a bowl of sunshine

soaked in morning dew ?

Or cookies made from rainbows

just for me and you.

We’ll drink from crystal goblets

filled with clear blue sky.

Roll clouds in sugar and cinnamon

then bake them into pies.

We’ll wash our hands and faces

in a gentle summer rain.

Then dry them on a warm spring breeze

as we walk home down the lane.”

“Isn’t that kind of silly?” Katie said at last.

“Well you never know until you try,” Dad said.

And they both began to laugh.

 

©2000 Guy Workman

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