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| 105. Breakfast The smell of coffee drifted to my nose The fresh aroma of morning had arrived I sat contently on my old chair A napkin on my lap and hands by my side I waited with eager anticipation As I watched the meal take shape The sights of cooking tantalizing my stomach Eggs, bacon, toast, and jelly made of grape I felt my mouth moisten knowing the future I could taste the morsels before they appeared This was a fantastic reason to awaken early Bringing back memories of how I was reared Could it be that such time has past When I sat in my chair in much the same way Watching my mother take such care and pleasure To insure that I would have a great start of a day While many years have long since come and gone And scores of breakfasts have passed before me It’s amazing that we soon forget such little delights And how simple and uncomplicated things used to be But on this morning I do once more recollect The joys that breakfast can again provide For as I feast upon the meal before me I smile Life doesn’t get much better than having you by my side |
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