Mem'ries In The Makin'

Wee lad starting a warehouse of memories

There’s nothing quite like

The smell of a cast iron 

Wood fired  cook stove

On a chill Kentucky morning

Brewed coffee, platter of eggs

Pork chops and bacon

Hint of wood smoke scent

And ashes…Rosin and Pine

And a wee lad to savor these

…Future memories  of mine…

Author's Note

Old man's trip back in time over morning coffee/any rhyme is incidental (more likely accidental)