The sound of boiling water
The smell of melting butter
In the frying pan
Just before the egg is broken
The alarm ticks
The yoke wholeOr yet to be scrambled
The water boils the T made
Rosy warm out of bed
The folds from the pillow
Still in your cheeks
Shuffling in your pajamas
Down the stairs to below
Can it be otherwise?
Look the sun shines through the windows
Mum and Dad already at the kitchen table.
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