In the morning once I've settled
What's for supper I can relax
On the patio for an hour or two
Even as a boy I cooked
For my father when he had
To go in early while the others slept
Eggs and toast
The way he liked it
Though I never understood
How we two were thrown
Together under the same roof
So completely unlike one another
Me a boy cooking in silence
He a man eating in silence
Was about all we had to say
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