desending down that creaky staircase I can see the glow from his cigarette
the fresh brewed scent of coffee mixing in, window open, his morning routine
though I am just a kid, I wonder what he is thinking, probably family and work
he hears my footsteps and says good morning son,yawning, I say good morning dad
I ask him how are you today, he chuckles and says, I,m feeling good and you, he ask
I feel different today, I can feel what today will bring, and I don't understand and he chuckles
the next morning, there was'nt that glow from a cigarette, nor the scent of fresh brewed coffee
only an empty chair and the window closed as I start my morning routine