Bhavesh's Tryst

Little poems & notes created to break the mudane

Thursday, December 09, 2010


The Burnt Biscuit

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make

breakfast food for dinner every now and then.

And I remember one night in particular when she

had made breakfast after a long, hard day at

work. On that evening so long ago, my mom

placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely

burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember

waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad

did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom

and ask me how my day was at school. I don't

remember what I told him that night, but I do

remember watching him smear butter and jelly

on that biscuit and eat every bite! When I got up

from the table that evening, I remember hearing

my mom apologize to my dad for burning the

biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said:

"Honey, I love burned biscuits."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night

and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits

burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,

"Your Momma put in a hard day at work today

and she's real tired. And besides - a little burnt

biscuit never hurt anyone!" Life is full of imperfect

things.....and imperfect people. I'm not the best

at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and

anniversaries just like everyone else. But what

I've learned over the years is that learning to

accept each others faults - and choosing to

celebrate each others differences - is one of the
most important keys to creating a healthy,

growing, and lasting relationship. And that's my

prayer for you today. That you will learn to take

the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life

and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the

end, He's the only One who will be able to give

you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a

deal-breaker! We could extend this to any

relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of

any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parentchild

or brother-sister or friendship! "Don't put the

key to your happiness in someone else's pocket -

keep it in your own." So please pass me a

biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine

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