BLT
Bacon, lettuce, and lovely tomato
on bread... homemade of course.
The smell fills the house,
with memories of good times,
with family and friends.
It speaks of warm, full, bellies,
laughter, and jokes, told by my Uncle Lloyd.
They were not always funny,
but we always laughed.
BLT,
a favorite still at my house.
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