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Poem by S. J. Perry

Illustration by Jane Edberg

Sixty years ago
Mom made fried eggs and bacon
for Dad and us kids every morning.

I liked my eggs with brown lace edges,
fried in bacon grease, soft yolks,
atop buttery slices of toast.

In winter we’d have cocoa,
in summer chocolate milk,
orange or grape juice all year.

Now breakfast means oatmeal
with blueberries or raisins,
toast smeared with plant-based spread.