Mother’s Day Breakfast
I brought my mom Mother’s Day breakfast in bed.
I tripped and spilled orange juice right on her head.
She woke with a scream and knocked over the tray.
The coffee dumped out, and it drenched her duvet.
The pancakes went flying and clobbered the cat.
The eggs struck the wall with a sloppy, wet splat!
Our dog started barking and jumping and squealing—
He wanted the sausages stuck to the ceiling.
A whole bowl of cereal spilled on the rug.
Mom giggled and grabbed me and gave me a hug.
She told me, “I love you, so don’t be upset.
This breakfast is one I will never forget.”
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 3
Topics: Food Poems, Holiday Poems, Poems about Friends and Family
Poetic Techniques: Alliteration, Dialogue, Imagery, Narrative Poems
Word Count: 113
About This Poem
With Mother’s Day coming up, I started thinking about one of the most common traditions: bringing Mom breakfast in bed. It’s a sweet and thoughtful gesture, especially when it comes from a child who’s trying their best to do something kind. But let’s be honest—when kids take over the kitchen, things don’t always go according to plan.
I tried to imagine what might happen when a very young child puts together a Mother’s Day breakfast and deliver it… with disaster, delight, and a whole lot of splatter. But remember, it’s the thought that counts. Accidents happen, and sometimes the most memorable moments are the ones that go hilariously wrong.
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