morning coffee with a hint of frank sinatra.

i have memories of waking up in the morning
without an alarm ringing in my ears
walking downstairs in my pjs.
and just soaking in the wonderful smells of morning breakfast.
the coffee.
the eggs.
and all accompanied with the sounds of my dad's favorite, frank sinatra.

sitting in the back porch.
under the tree.
letting the morning sun rays hit my face.
oh how i miss.

and theres my dad,
fumbling with his fish tank
or mending the garden
and my mom,
cooking up a storm in the kitchen.
and my bro?
still in bed. till the late afternoon. haha

thats what i look forward to when i go home.
sunday morning breakfasts,
with sinatra in the air.