Breakfast Club Dreams
This is for my teacher, Miss Rose,
who gives me toast, who cleans my clothes
because my mother’s hands are raw -
she does so much, she can’t do more
to see we’re fed and well and warm,
to love and keep us safe from harm
when life is hard and money’s short.
My clothes are handed down, not bought
but I’m the captain of the team
and when I’m older it’s my dream
to study hard and change a world
where kids go hungry, kids are cold,
and then come back to thank Miss Rose
who gave me toast and washed my clothes.
who gives me toast, who cleans my clothes
because my mother’s hands are raw -
she does so much, she can’t do more
to see we’re fed and well and warm,
to love and keep us safe from harm
when life is hard and money’s short.
My clothes are handed down, not bought
but I’m the captain of the team
and when I’m older it’s my dream
to study hard and change a world
where kids go hungry, kids are cold,
and then come back to thank Miss Rose
who gave me toast and washed my clothes.
This poem is copyright (©) Carole Bromley 2026
About the Writer
Carole Bromley
Carole Bromley lives in York and writes for both adults and children. Winner of Caterpillar Prize, poems in Tyger, Tyger, The Toy, Paperbound, Little Thoughts Press and in anthologies from MacMillan, Nosy Crow, Emma Press. Teaches courses on writing poems for children https://thewritingschool.co.uk/our-courses-and-events
