As the sun is rising up,
And the coffee aroma hits,
The quiet of the morning,
Before the rushing of the kids,
I sit in my chair and ponder,
The musings of the day,
Where I need to be,
And who I'll see upon my way.
The newspaper can wait,
World events won't change a bit
If I take a little longer,
To wake up where I sit.
The quiet of the house
Brings such peace
To my early start
The only noise I hear
Is the beating of my heart.
Breakfast beacons to me
The kitchen is my stage.
My family rises with a start
To school, to earn a wage.
The moment is so fleeting,
As they troop right out the door,
I head over to the coffee maker,
Before I leave I want some more.
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Comments: 6
Thanks Susan, I love to walk down the coffee/tea isle in the supermarket just to smell the coffee beans. I remember the percolating too, at my Grandparents house. The coffee aroma would wake me up and I would race to the kitchen to see what was cooking for breakfast. No cold cereal at their house! It was great! Thanks for commenting!
My kids are grown, but I still like my quiet time, and morning coffee!