Honey on Mom

My distant mother dines in bed today
and though I'd like to burn her whole-wheat toast
or find a way to screw up scrambled eggs
I cannot send her breakfast via post

Today she'll miss my badly-brewed coffee
and sausages pulled off the stove too late
She'll have to be content with good timing
and eating off of properly-washed plates

It's not that cooking's such a dreadful chore
but precedents are dangerous, for sure
Today I won't be there to prove once more
we'd better just leave breakfast up to her

(And secretly, I think that mothers love
to be reminded what they're masters of)