Tuesday, January 4, 2011

A Little Something

by Tamara Passey

(Sorry I've been 'offline' for a while but
I'm happy to say with the New Year
I am up and running -well, writing, again.)

A little something I wrote on New Year's Eve.

The Last Breakfast of the Year

Eight a.m. and the children are sleeping,
Gifting me an empty kitchen.
I walk noiselessly over cold tile
Leaving the light off,
As if the brightness could wake them in their second story rooms.
I pass over chocolate chip cookies or cold cereal,
Placing my favorite pan on the stove to preheat.

I pull the eggs, opening and closing the fridge door all in one motion. Swoosh. Like the old year is going with it.

I break one egg, then two.
The cracking is amplified in the motionless house.
I whip the eggs and pour the yellow-gold liquid into the pan
And hear the sizzle.
So loud I think little feet will surely come running.
But I hover over the pan, buffering the sound, hoarding the heat.
The corners of my mouth turn up enough for me to notice I’m smiling.
I refocus on flipping my omelet. This one works. All those years of scrambling, because I thought omelets would be too hard. Who knew?
My whole-wheat English muffins pop up from the toaster,
Like what the New Year is waiting to do.
That loud toaster noise I cannot hush.
I pause, listening for any hint they're awake.

I think the silence is covering them, keeping them sleeping.
The same silence I think is waking up parts of myself.
I can actually hear myself think.
I stir the Swiss miss chocolate into hot water, watching it dissolve.
Days, weeks, years swirl in my mind, melting into one cup of life.
Longing stirs my heart. Then awe.
Contentment and melancholy take turns auditioning
For the lead role of the day’s play.

I finish my egg sandwich and eye my hot chocolate thinking it must be the right temperature to sip.
I hear the door and the feet,
Like my thoughts were louder than eggs and toast.
Then I hear the name, my name, “Mommy?”

Happy New Year &
Have a great writing day!


  1. Awesome poem Tamara! I really felt the feelings of the poem even though you didn't give any. It was great!!



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