SUNDAY MORNING
CEREAL
I still remember my dad’s grey cereal -
Quaker Oats - with the smiling Quaker
guy on the box - and a smile on my dad’s
face as well - as he stood there at the altar -
the stove top - as he stirred the grey water
into the mix of tiny tan flakes. Kids in years
to come would have Kellogg’s Frosted
Flakes and colorful Froot Loops - but we
still have the memory - not of drab colorless
oatmeal - but of the joy my dad had in this his
Sunday morning liturgy of consecrating cereal.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2016
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