Ode to a Morning Cup
On Monday, I wait...push snooze--two times, close my eyes,
and pull the covers back over my head.
By Tuesday, darkness lingers, and I linger too. How can this time come--
Wednesday! Hump day! A golden monster nudges me with his nose, licks my face and threatens to jump up...
Thursday, which is still not Friday, is the hardest of all--
I peek up at the diamond-shaped window,
clouds crowd a small slip of a moon.
Is it not still night?
Is there no time to roll back?
And then, a sudden waft calls from the kitchen--
In my mind's eye, there it is--
My cup and my spoon.
The dog leaps up, and I leap up too.
My morning cup--
its smell, its warmth, its creamy goodness will perform its magic!
Its speaks in sensory details...
This day, with all its surprises, is waiting...
a soft pillow will wait too!
Slice of Life Challenge:
For the month of March, I'm participating in a daily writing challenge, blogging, and posting, and reading other teachers' blogs. This challenge was started by two writing teachers, and can be found at their blog each day: www.twowritingteachers.wordpress.com. Feel free to join me! It's a great way to keep story threading throughout your brain each day.