Early Morning Solitude

14 Apr

No longer sleeping,

I leave the door closed,

dogs nestled against me

on either side,

light still dim:

Mommy’s private time.

I have but one wish

in my quiet early-morning


– and it blossoms to life

when the door opens and

my Honey enters

with a steaming mug of coffee

for me, smiles,

shuts the door behind her

as she goes


and I remain here

inside my family

inside my home

deliciously alone

with the smell of coffee

and dog,

and the slow glow of sun

through the window.


This. Here. Now.

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