Down the cold dark stairs

as the frost clung to the roof,

Nova Scotian cold, January wind,

enchanting melody, a poet's proof

Coal stove warmth, shadow walls,

ice on windowpane, saw I,

house was quiet, Father gone to work,

an alley cat gave a mournful cry

My eyes longing for my bed

awake my siblings,turn on the radio,

made toast, wondered when the child,

would become the adult I wouldn't know

House was stirring, tired souls creak,

I would hear my Mother's voice,

stars did fade,night became day,

as the Morning's Glory did rejoice