Are We Having Bacon Meats
My mouth salivates as the bacon sizzles in gram's old fashioned fry pan
Life complete, wonderful, for I like cooking for my children and my man.
Eggs will be last; they cook quickly, fresh ones, straight from the hen.
In joyful throes of cooking now, let this happy July morning begin.
I take a swig of my coffee, needing a little drink as I anticipate this meal.
Breakfast bit overboard, but we are country folk. Feeding is a big deal.
Is the French toast ready? My sassy son asks. I am getting there, I say.
Cooking breakfast every morning is just one of the highlights of my day.
There is laughter already, around the table as the family greets.
Hey, my precocious daughter asks, "Are we having bacon meats?"
As we sit around and talk, laughing about silly stuff, my family and me.
I am feeling fulfilled, satisfied, excited, pretty much as happy as can be.
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