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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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