Scrambled eggs, homemade biscuits
A tribute to the women before

Ancestors in every careful gesture
Their ways folded into the dough

Fresh coffee steams in the morning light
A dog barks, cats slip between shadows

Sunlight spills through parted curtains
Another day softly arrives

Love lives here, steady & sure
We carry it gently, like heirlooms in our hands


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