Burnt Toast and Saturdays (poem) by Felix LeRoy Perry on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on April 5, 2009

I guess a day like this does sound good to most. A break from the hectic week. For me, NO KIDS and a great book is the way to appreciate a Saturday...lol. You've created a special feel in this poem, Fee. It feels like a fond memory - all warm and fuzzy. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson

Reviewed on April 3, 2009

I like this poem! Reminds me of my childhood Saturdays.

Reviewed by M. Teresa Clayton

Reviewed on March 27, 2009

You handsome devil you. This is a comment on several of your poems. All great!!! Love the pic of you and Willie. This one, however, is something I can savor.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on March 27, 2009

i miss the business and innocence of those times as well--a lovely write

Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath

Reviewed on March 26, 2009

I loved the wonderful memories offered in "Burnt Toast and Saturdays."

Nothing like burnt toast and those cartoons yes we can relate.

Thank you for sharing your poem and yes definately we should treasure each and every moment/day.

Sincerely,
Gwendolyn

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot

Reviewed on March 24, 2009

Such Sweet burning Nostalgia!
:) Cherrypie

Reviewed by Michelle Mead

Reviewed on March 24, 2009

This is a heartwarmer for sure, well-written, too, no surprise as you have written it :) Michelle

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on March 24, 2009

Beautifully said and felt Sweetie, and the Grand childrens' BEST days with Grandma and Grandpa!
Loving memories for ALL! Thank you for sharing them with us and the flow was so easy, as you wrote it! also I know this time, burnt toast smells up the HOUSE! Whewww!
Simple is the BEST!
SMILES WERE MADE, what else is needed! :)

WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings of LOVE, PEACE and Bright Light, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo

Reviewed by Selena Dobbin-Gillis

Reviewed on March 24, 2009

Hey cuz, you just told the world on how I spend my weekend. You certainly expressed it well for the world to see. Love the write cuz.

Love ya,
Selena

Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*� (Reader)

Reviewed on March 24, 2009

Hey Fee,

Some of the simplest things can be the best life has to offer. We must learn to live in the moment.

Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph

Reviewed by stan nassano

Reviewed on March 24, 2009

yes a walk down memory lane,nice write,
stan

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 24, 2009

Yes indeed, I have to smile,,,as with 4 kids all one year apart,,it was just as you expressed...lol...gosh I miss those days!
Hugs
Christine

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on March 24, 2009

Oh, Fee, this is so wonderful and so touching. You have the talent of making everyday things come to life through your writing.

Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Truer words were never spoken. I miss the sounds that go with motherhood to young children. I especially miss the laughter echoing though the house and drifting through the duct work. You brought it all back to me for a few seconds and I thank you.

Bobbi

Reviewed by Jack Kuperman

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

And all this memories just because of burnt toast smell?

Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

te hee hee hee...tee hee hee hee......wow...great hustle bustle....topsy turvy...tee hee hee ...

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

I have burnt toast every morning lol
Your poem brought back fun memories when
My house was fill with the joy of children and
Pork pig cartoon on my TV!
I love this beautiful Joyful write!!
Sending you Peace Love and Hugsssss...Yolie

Reviewed by Axilea MU

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Felix, you have a real talent for observing and describing those things that we no longer notice and that are the very stuff of our lives.

Axilea

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

your poem reminded me of my Saturdays and burnt toast Felix -- cartoons and all of the little chores that consumed the day -- and what fond memories they are -- peace and love -- JMW

Reviewed by Bernice Angoh

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

What a beautiful and cheerful write I remember this line so well

"While Sylvester chases Tweet Bird"

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Fond memories and tears that all is forever gone. Just not the same when only left with tiny moments in time to reflect upon. Beautiful, heartfelt write my friend...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Linda Law

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Oh what memories .... so special, and they become more priceless with time... good work Fee... thank you, lindalaw

By the way... your book is on its way! hope you enjoy it! lindalaw

Reviewed by Denise Edwards

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

amen, I agree. the simple things we take for granted become timeless and precious memories. Great job, Fee!

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Yes Fee too soon the cherished things become only memories. Beautiful write.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Excellent both for & of memories, though I never had kids, fortunately for them, and now that I know more about them, I guess I lost a little bit of life not having them...Keep bringing memories as great as this one & buy yourself a new toaster, send the bill to Georg & P-wee, both are quite well off...Ed

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

How very precious and yes I remember those Mother's Day breakfast with Fred away and the children's little faces as they served me burnt toast, raw eggs and a mug with both tea & coffer in it along with flour to whiten it in bed. How could I refuse to eat this meal fit for the garbage..ah I mean fit for the Queen. lol. Another great smile within your words cuz. thank you for sharing.

Love ya face cuz XOXOXO, Rose

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Bravo. What a great reminder of what is important. Blessings, J'nia

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Ah, the memories the sense of smell can trigger - well done, Fee.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Now, if you were to take me to KFC... my Saturday would have been deeeelicious!
Burn black toast? only a grandfather with experience will get that.

Georg

Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Hi Fee, This is a wonderful write!!!! It reminds me of how my ex always burned the toast. We didn't have a toaster, but we had a gas stove that he would light and hold the pieces of bread over the flame. He could never get it right!

In Spirit,
Bear

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

I've always liked burnt toast and Saturdays, and your last two lines say it all.

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Fee, Oh this poem brings back such sweet memories. Some days I wish things were as simple as they used to be. Lovely poetry, Fee.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 23, 2009

Wonderful nostalgic write, but I'll leave the toast (burnt or otherwise) for Karla; I HATE toast! LOL Well done, Fee; bravo!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D