This breakfast is nice,
Bacon, eggs, grits on the side
Black coffee to taste
Not one drop going to waste
Come my people, dine with me!
Authorís Comments: This is dedicated
to the breakfast table of the family
fellowshipping together in unity.
This highlights the most important meal of
the day. While sitting in an African-American
restaurant for a late breakfast, I decided to
write this poem while the customers (my brothers
and sisters of color) were royally dining.
This tanka reflects their comments, enjoyment,
and sentiments. It was awesome taking notes
while some licked their fingers and wiped
their plates with the last piece of bread.
While drinking their coffee, not one drop went
to waste. They were all wearing smiling faces;
some were young adults, middle aged, and others
were older, yet some were much younger.
They were males and females of different
nationalities, hues, and backgrounds;
however, they were greeting each other just
as brothers and sisters should, while having
a wonderful breakfast. The tanka is a 5th
Century Japanese poetic form. It has
a 5/7/5/7/7 syllable format for a total of