The smell seeps up a flight of stairs and into my room
I am immediately taken back to my elementary school days
Sizzling stove top
Grease jumping out of the pan

Dad creates my breakfast
Before I am off to walk into Mrs. O' Kelly's class
Cursive is being learned today

Crunchy, crispy, crusty
The greasy strips placed on my plate
Immediately I indulge

The orange juice flushes it down
The heavenly taste has been taken over
I ask for more
At this point calories do not exist
I am now a careless, kid in a candy shop

But this time
I'm not a kid
The bacon is grabbed by my own hands
The elementary morning memories remain
Sizzling on the pan and the taste in my mouth