Saturday morning
Mom and Dad still in bed
Siblings gathered around the TV
Cartoons about to start
Quickly, before they wake up
First, the bread,
Silky soft and sweet,
White bread from the yellow packaging
No need to toast it,
Soft, cool bread tastes better
Next, into the fridge,
The light brown container of goodness
We call it butter,
Too young to know what margarine is
Into the drawer for a table knife,
Slathering the yellow spread onto the bread,
As much as it can hold,
Careful not to tear it
Now the second slice piled on top
That first bite of forbidden treat,
Creamy and rich,
Subtly sweet,
Savoring each moment
We call them butter sandwiches
Mom calls them bad for us
Butter, bread, and cartoons,
A perfect Saturday morning
About the Creator
Catsidhe
Pronounced Cat-she: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat-s%C3%ACth
What can I say about myself?
A mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a walking coffin
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Comments (5)
That sounds scary to me, not good at all, as though I must have done something wrong, lol. But, to each their own.
Love it.
So cute! I'm either too old or too cheese-addicted to see the appeal of a butter sandwich, but you make it sound delicious!
This is a great memory of Saturday morning and treats. So nice!’
This one was all the feels of a breezy weekend morning. Love it!