Morning Glories

Each daybreak dad awoke at the crack of dawn when the dew clung. to our manicured lawn He would check on the vines with a loving hand then water the flowers, yes he loved his land I'd wake up to the scent of coffee and old stories to the sound of a hose, and purple glories Those were the days when I was young, carefree dreaming of a future taller then me each day he would scramble eggs then eat between mouthfuls, our eyes would meet I didn't know that years later I could still recall the shade of his eyes, the one that said it all...