Winter Morning

Eggs and country ham cooking
in a big cast iron frying pan.
The floors are cold on my bare feet.
I can hear the winter wind outside.

In a big cast iron frying pan,
I can hear the eggs sizzling,
added to slivers of ham,
diced onions, and green peppers.

The floors are cold on my bare feet
but I know it's hot in the kitchen.
Cherry red glow of the cooking stove,
as daddy stokes the fire once more.

I can hear the winter wind outside,
and I know daddy let me sleep in;
green felt hat full of fresh eggs,
finishing chores and planning breakfast.