Breakfast's Waiting

Breakfast Is Waiting

 

The hot butter bubbles on the pan

And the eggs slide around ontop of the oil

He always said breakfast everyday would lengthen your life span

I could smell the coffee slowly beginning to boil

He poured the bacon grease down the garbage can

The drain now coated with hot olive oil

 

I poured my coffee and watched it steep

A cup for one this time

It was my first time on my own, and it was hard to sleep

I need coffee because of my bed time

I counted the bighorn sheep

 

I will miss my family forever

But I will learn to live on my own

Because I remember growing up is a huge endeavor 

And I can call them through the phone

They inspire me to never

give up on being on my own

 

 

 

 

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Me
My family
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