Sweet Memories

MOTHER’S DAY BREAKFAST

”Shush, Ricky don’t wake Mama up!” cautioned Crystal, “you’ll spoil the surprise.”

“OK, Ok I’m sorry. What can we fix?” answered Ricky.

Crystal said, “A lady on television made ‘Eggs in a Frame’ and that’s what I want to cook.”

“I saw that program too, I’m the biggest, and I’ll cook.” Ricky said.

“I’m big too, I’m seven and you’re only nine.”

“So, I’m the oldest and the oldest does the cooking” explained Ricky, making up rules to support his case. “I butter the bread, cut a circle in the middle and put it in the skillet. Then I break the egg into the hole and it cooks there.”

I’ll get a glass of milk too.” Said Crystal “Mother will love having breakfast in bed.”

Mother pretends to sleep and awaits the sweetest, if not the best breakfast, of the year.

“I’m going to pick a flower for the tray.” Crystal said.


Smiling broadly, and bearing the breakfast tray, the children enter the bedroom. The tray contains the food, a handmade Mothers Day card, and a long stem rose. It is in a small vase complete with water. The motion of the tray causes the vase to topple over and spill water over the plate of food.

“That’s alright” said mother “I don’t like dry toast.”

The children watch with eager anticipation as mother takes the first bite. In spite of the generous amount of salt, on the eggs, she smiles and says, “Yummy, thank you.” Everyone feels a warm glow.

After hug and kisses, mother cleans up the kitchen. It looks like a cyclone has hit it. Life returns to normal and awaits next year’s “surprise” Mother’s Day breakfast in bed.