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...
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