Biscuits & Gravy
When you miss what was taken for granted.
Coffee, hot crumbly biscuits on porches
In early misty mornings.
Is there such a thing as a breakfast bell?
She had so many, for every occasion,
A bold way to say
“comfort food is coming”.
Bold coffee, comfortable authoritative mornings
Guiding each day with bells, quite a collection,
Ringing through misty mornings,
Now the ding is dulled from inside boxes,
A collection that no longer brings instruction.
