Barefoot dance in dressing gown,
Kittens at my feet,
Fetching in the milk,
Opening the morning post,
Waiting for the smell of toast,
Your face remembered,
All my cares lost,

Rich aroma sowed the seeds,
Long road back,
In all my fondest memories,
Here again,
Winding back through all my days,
To that place where we were safe
Leading to times past,

And I wonder If you're smiling too,
Because I know you know I'm thinking of you,
I'm drinking from your coffee cup.
In my mind,
I'm here with you,
Back to mornings past,
Here with you.

Paul D. 10/11/09

Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 11/30/2009 09:37PM by dawlypaul.

I like this, Paul. There is just something about sharing coffee that is symbolic, intimate, and memorable. The poem is tender. Enjoyed.

Mary

Good one Paul, I enjoyed the read.

Les