The morning tastes good, the old man said –
mist sleeps on the river, ice on the ponds.
The air is so still, our smoke rises straight,
The chickadee cheeps, the magpie responds.
Home at last, together again,
in our hearts you’ll always be.
The morning tastes good, the old woman said –
aurora sure was fine last night.
The sun’s up over the mountain now,
golden birches catch gold light.
Home at last, together again,
in our hearts you’ll always be.
The morning tastes good, yes, Mom and Dad,
you’ll never face another storm.
Thank you for our lives and loves.
In your arms we were safe and warm.
Home at last, together again,
in our hearts you’ll always be.
— Stephen Grabacki
Anchorage
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