With
Nighttime
Falling
You know
what I'd like?
I'd like
some milk toast
like my mother used to make
And perhaps
to hear the woodthrush
calling
with
nighttime falling
at the edge of the wood
Iva E. Reed
November 2000
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Today's poem - With Nighttime Falling by Iva E. Reed
Iva Reed is an old friend of mine. Though I do not like milk toast, I have fond memories of my mother eating it. I love this poem.
With
Nighttime
Falling
You know
what I'd like?
I'd like
some milk toast
like my mother used to make
And perhaps
to hear the woodthrush
calling
with
nighttime falling
at the edge of the wood
Iva E. Reed
With
Nighttime
Falling
You know
what I'd like?
I'd like
some milk toast
like my mother used to make
And perhaps
to hear the woodthrush
calling
with
nighttime falling
at the edge of the wood
Iva E. Reed
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I have never tasted milk toast and hope I never do! It doesn't sound at all appetizing!
ReplyDeleteI'm just not a fan of warm milk in any dish. But many people really love milk toast, and think of it as a "comfort" food. My mom made it often in the evenings.
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