First Bite
First bite the same as the last
Tingling sensations unveil the past.
Safety, comfort, hope
Memories that help me cope
To be anything I want
Surrounded by parents, siblings, uncles and aunts.
Memories of fun
When the tangy chips graced my tongue
Saturday morning Cap’n Crunch
McDonalds, that special lunch.
Sitting at the table, so dear.
Listening to stories too young for my ears
Four years old, giddy
Eating fried catfish and spaghetti.
Feeding the emotional
No regrets instinctual.
Remembrances of happier times
Pleasantries consume my mind.
Reality — moments fade
Erased in salty, flavorful sweetness
Indeed, the first bite is the same as the last
Cherished memories, gone so fast.