smell of scrambled eggs, sausage,
toasted bread, coffee from rest house
calls for morning breakfast, delicious
i have milk from newly given birth cow
a little bit thicker from walmart brand
i call it organic, we don't know then
my dads worker sits on different table
they have pancakes, beans and meat
i know why, when i'm there they love it
my dad is busy trying to entertain me
he won't be moody, always so happy
he would say ' son all these are for you'
a beautiful lady is always there for me
she treated me as her son although
she got two almost my age and tougher
they work on the field, just like the others
she tease me 'you're more good looking'
i would say, ' my mom is sweet darling'
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