Morning Nuggets

I miss the days with my father.
The silences shared, the nuggets passed down, the lessons taught.

My heart always cries out  for home.

I have always known my dad, but now I have a vivid picture of who he is.
What I had prior to this moment was an outline.

He said to me, "I love the mornings."

I never knew that about him.

"I love watching the morning unfold. The progress from dawn till day."

He spoke about the songs the birds sang to announce the miracle about to come to life.

"God is good." He said.

I related with this logic, the morning had our minds in sync.
We were siamese.

It feels great to know that in other ways apart from a blood bond,
You are one with the people who ushered you into the world.

As I watched this Sage speak briefly about his appreciation of the mornings,
I found my love, admiration and respect for him grow a tenfold.

Now, away from home, my bowl is empty.
All I find myself doing is craving for more.
I can not wait for you to accept me back home with open arms.
And like Oliver, I will be coming back for second helpings of your morning nuggets.