CREEK ROAD GANG
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Janice Ewing:
Sunday Breakfast
copyright 2010
Sunday Breakfast
Our small kitchen
changed shape when
my father cracked eggs
into a pan of sizzling butter
scrambled them with a magician’s flair
served them to his assembled family
as if on this one day
he were an artist who couldn’t wait
to please us with his creation,
not the man who each night sank
into his seat at the formica table
sighed,
picked up his fork.
Our small kitchen
changed shape when
my father cracked eggs
into a pan of sizzling butter
scrambled them with a magician’s flair
served them to his assembled family
as if on this one day
he were an artist who couldn’t wait
to please us with his creation,
not the man who each night sank
into his seat at the formica table
sighed,
picked up his fork.
Biographical Note: Janice
Ewing grew up in the Bronx but has lived her adult life in Philadelphia
and its suburbs. She is a writer and adjunct professor. Her earliest
memories include weekday afternoon trips to the library and Sunday
mornings with the NY Times spread all over the living room. She enjoys
reading and writing poetry as ways of understanding the world. She
has a husband and two adult daughters, all of whom love to read. See the Author Index for Poetry to read more of Janice's work.
