No, ma'am
I can't come in
at eight a.m.
in the morning.
You see
I have a mission
every morning.
I wake up before dawn
put soft music on
crack egg after egg
side them with toasted bread
and I bring my wife
breakfast in bed
every morning.
I remember,
when she was able,
she lived to serve,
setting each table,
sending me off
with warmth and cinnamon
rivaling the sun
So you see, ma'am.
I'm not available to come
from 7 a.m. til at least
noonday sun.
My mission makes it
impossible.
(dawn)
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