In a yellow apron for the day
Madonna does her shopping
She gets up well before the sun
Building hot coals in the oven
She's making bread this morning
As she has for centuries for the feast
She lets me sit in her warm kitchen
Rolling the dough telling me stories
Of the amazing things he got up to
As a boy their long serious talks
Past bed-time him staggering
Around in the morning dark
A piece of bread in his mouth
Gathering his books for school
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