“Pancakes and grape juice”
That is the note he read,
“I stored them in the fridge
While you were still in bed.”
When I returned I found the plate
The glass was empty too
It warmed my heart to see it gone
It meant you love me too.
It all seems so strange to you
An empty plate, a dirty cup?
How could this mean so much to one
Whose little boy grew-up?
One day you’ll understand, my son
When you are grown and tall;
You’ll realize the smallest things
Are the greatest of them all.