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 Bacon and Eggs

Early in the morning, the smell wanders down the hall;
Remembrances of my childhood with mom in the kitchen.
The morning tradition I woke up to each day;
That smell brings a peaceful joy to my heart.
The toast is ready with a chunk of butter on it;
A tall glass of milk with Nestles' Quick mixed in.
I sit down to begin each day with this ritual of the morning;
On my plate is bacon and eggs.

This brought me to my place at my families table;
As the traditional breakfast started each day fresh.
All was right in my little world before leaving out the door;
I got off to the best start each day feeling that I belong.
I will still have this breakfast of power from time to time;
Reflecting on the good times of my childhood.
I always am able to find a smile when eating this meal;
On my plate is bacon and eggs.

21May09


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