By: Addison Byrne
Isn’t it pleasant to awake with the smell of bacon?
Coffee wafts into the morn,
Crisp breezes rattle the porch door,
The east light warm up calm waters,
Up and Adam, my grandma used to say…
The innocence of childhood rushes back as I watch my own,
Sitting on a rocker as if I’m 80, but I’m not,
Sipping on strong java, munching on bacon,
Delighting in the awe of the scene,
Up and Adam, I said…
So glad I did.