Breakfast Time (poem) by Jon Michael Willey on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on October 12, 2008

Hello Jon,
Oh Deliscious Is The Virtual Visions & The Essence Of Down On The Farm With "Breakfast Time"....
I Humbly Ask For Seconds :)
Much Love & Happiness To You
& Pass The Bisquits & Honey Please
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced ~ Embrass�
Vickie

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on October 12, 2008

Beautiful poetry. Kitchen smell is right on my nostrils; coffee came into my mind. Now let me take a cup
Abdi-Noor

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on October 9, 2008

Jon,
How this takes me back to earlier days when I'd wake up and smell such delightful aromas from my Mama's kitchen. My favorite was smelling the coffee perking, it always has and still is a comforting feeling to me. It brings me back to happier times. Loved this, Jon.

Many blessings,
~Linda

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on October 8, 2008

You have very effectively recreated and shared the moments, Jon. Sweet! Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

Reviewed on October 4, 2008

Ahhhh...sweet aromas from your and my Grandmother's kitchen, Jon...sweeter are the memories. One addition, please: bacon-drippins in the cast iron skillet, flour, salt, pepper, and fresh milk; makings of a grand creamed-gravy {{sigh}}. I, too, grew up at Grandma's believing bacon came from the smoke house, eggs from the hen house, milk directly from the cow, and flour from 50 lbs. cloth sacks (which would make nice house dresses and the all-important apron! :o) Wonderful memories you've shared (and opened) for us, dear friend!
Blessings and Love - Micke

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on October 4, 2008

When kids today wolf their Pop Tarts in their air conditioned homes, they have no idea that you and I have savored the warmth and cookery of a wood stove kitchen. I do think it was better than waking up in a cold, drafty cabin, crawling out of your buffalo robe or quilt to taste the porridge brewing in the iron pot in the fireplace.

Ron

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on October 4, 2008

...you took me back to my Grandmother's kitchen yearning for this setting, so special.
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on October 3, 2008

Jon, please can I have some, Sir? Beautifully captured with the right detail, eggs "huddle and jump close at the skillet's side" is just so good, and our strongest, most rewarding memories are found in the simplest, purest things.
John

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on October 3, 2008

Yummy...now I feel hungry in my tummy!!

Just ate a dry breast piece of KFC...nothing like homemade food...lol!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on October 3, 2008

It's a full orchestra! Wish we all could meet there! Great write.

Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)

Reviewed on October 3, 2008

you write of a time when luxuries were simple and people were content to enjoy them...Great read John...I think I'll be looking for some contentment tomorrow morning

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on October 3, 2008

You're going to have a crowded kitchen, Jon. I come from a long
line of country boys. -gene.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 3, 2008

Bastard! There goes my diet . . .

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on October 3, 2008

yummmmmiiiiiiiiiiii. I'm hungry now, Jon. Great visial on those verses!
Love,
Becca~

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on October 3, 2008

Me too please,I'm comin with Bonnie sweet write sweet man...Hugssssssss,lots of love too you