MY MORNING CUP

MY MORNING CUP

How wonderful is the aroma

Of fresh brewed coffee in the morn

It fills my need to get myself going

To face the new day born

Funny how two little scoops

Can awaken the spirit that sleeps

Don't need an alarm or anything else

That blasts me with pestering“beeps”

Just one little sip in my favorite mug

Is all that is seems to take

Before I know it my eyes are opened

And my body is fully awake

A little habit but such a joy

But a must to start each day

And now I am thinking as I type

How much I would enjoy a “Latte'”

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

absolutely charming~a poem to induce a knowing smile~ and oh so relatable to most of us who could simply not get moving without the deep dark brew~