Thursday, May 24, 2012

Morning

Sounds from upstairs indicate
The boys are up,
I smell coffee, so that is brewed.
Footsteps track across the kitchen,
Refrigerator opens and shuts,
Light comes on,
I am pulled into the day
By the request that I find
Some little bit of left behind stuff.
Would you bring it when you come up?
Of course....

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