Sunday morning family
breakfast feasts and table talk
banter back in the early sixties
made for good therapy as I
began my early teen years…
Fluffy yellow scrambled eggs
surrounded by long, crisp strips
of maple cured bacon…
A stack of cinnamon raisin toast
dripping with melted creamery
butter and a platter of sliced,
garden fresh tomatoes deliciously
arranged on grandmother’s heirloom
Blue Willow tableware…
An old, brown and grey crock of
crackled pottery, filled with simmering
Boston baked beans as scents of
molasses and salt pork permeated the air…
Freshly squeezed orange juice
and ground Arabica coffee
beans brewing in our Hamilton
Beach percolator.
Recalling the fond memories of those
Table Talk Sundays many, many
years ago, brings tears to my eyes today…
I am left this Sunday morning with
but a beautiful sadness…
as only later in life have I possessed
a clear understanding of how very
special those moments were to us as
a family.
Cherish these moments as they happen…
Hold on to these memories for dear life…
and above all else…
Love one another today.
© Copyright 2012 Gerard Lebel
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Lol!! am starving here, Jerry..but i love your last line!!