Orange Marmalade (for Bren)

         Recently, my wife has been very thoughtful of me on several occasions. I love eggs fried over-easy with bacon. At present, we don't have a good way to fry eggs. We've not figured out a way to fry them in the air-fryer Chyla gave us a few months ago. So, Bren did the best she could and it turned out amazing! The eggs were ok, but Bren's loving heart is amazing!
         She put the eggs in a muffin tin and watched them carefully until they were pretty close to over-easy. Very clever idea! Then the other day, out-of-the-blue as they say, she brought in a snack of toast & orange marmalade with a glass of milk. I'm a huge fan of toast with orange marmalade, and Bren knows this. I don't oft get marmalade, because I'm watching my sugar intake --- and my money outgo. So, the little snack was a very thoughtful act!
         I was in Bren's theatre at the time, so we watched a movie together while I ate my snack and she ate some snack of her own. Hers was probably bunny-rabbit food.
         The day after the marmalade snack, I awoke at about 00:30 with the poem Orange Marmalade in my head. I immediately climbed out of bed, came to my computer, and typed it up. I have since added a background image of toast & marmalade and a border of hearts, and printed it out for her. I plan to laminate it for her later this morn.
         Am I making too much out of small acts of love? I don't think so. Life itself is a large act of love which is composed of many little acts of love.

Orange Marmalade (for Bren)

At times, I'm loved with time we share
while strolling through a glade.
At others, love arrives with toast
and orange marmalade.

November 15, 2022
00:38:55 (CT)
(I almost always add the date/time as soon as I deem one of my poems finished. No particular reason. It's just something I've been doing for years.)