Your coffee grows cold
in the silence of the morning,
with thoughts sweeping away the night air
as you ponder which words may push you forward
into the day.
before I write my poem, here’s a song from a favorite kids’ singer Ralph Covert:
M-O-M-M-Y needs C-O-F-F-E-E
D-A-D-D-Y- needs C-O-F-F-E-E
I love my kids, I love my kids, gosh I love my kids.
But I need, what I need and I need a lot
is C-O-F-F-E-E
I want a latte, a cappuccino, and tonight I think I’ll have a little vino!
Cup and saucer full of joe,
have a cup then go go go!
Add no sugar, a little cream,
my first sip is a morning dream.
Gotta be hot, gotta be strong,
gotta last the whole day long.
Maybe just one pour more
before we head out for the door.
Start the day with some caffeine,
thankful for the coffee bean.
(A few years ago, when my middle son was not very old, I wrote this poem about a conversation we had one morning as I sipped my java. I still like it.)
Existential Cup of Coffee
I listen
The door whispers open
As the dog on the floor levitates
head cocked, eyes locked
she hesitates
Slam!
Everyone slumbers on but me
And my little dromedary
Who moves on a lumbering pace
Step
by step
by step
Descending down
Clutching soft comfort creatures in his hand
And demands:
“Water, please!”
Curly hair all tangled up in crazy mazes
Deep thoughts flicker across the four-year-old face
As he gulps down his glass
And comes to life.
His eyes reach out for mine
“Dad,” he asks,
a thought burrowed down
emerging like a desert toad awakened by the rain,
“Did God create God?”
And so the day begins
With a jolt
As we sip this existential cup of coffee.
Your coffee grows cold
in the silence of the morning,
with thoughts sweeping away the night air
as you ponder which words may push you forward
into the day.
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before I write my poem, here’s a song from a favorite kids’ singer Ralph Covert:
M-O-M-M-Y needs C-O-F-F-E-E
D-A-D-D-Y- needs C-O-F-F-E-E
I love my kids, I love my kids, gosh I love my kids.
But I need, what I need and I need a lot
is C-O-F-F-E-E
I want a latte, a cappuccino, and tonight I think I’ll have a little vino!
Amazing, haven’t done/tried any RHYMING poetry….
Cup and saucer full of joe,
have a cup then go go go!
Add no sugar, a little cream,
my first sip is a morning dream.
Gotta be hot, gotta be strong,
gotta last the whole day long.
Maybe just one pour more
before we head out for the door.
Start the day with some caffeine,
thankful for the coffee bean.
(A few years ago, when my middle son was not very old, I wrote this poem about a conversation we had one morning as I sipped my java. I still like it.)
Existential Cup of Coffee
I listen
The door whispers open
As the dog on the floor levitates
head cocked, eyes locked
she hesitates
Slam!
Everyone slumbers on but me
And my little dromedary
Who moves on a lumbering pace
Step
by step
by step
Descending down
Clutching soft comfort creatures in his hand
And demands:
“Water, please!”
Curly hair all tangled up in crazy mazes
Deep thoughts flicker across the four-year-old face
As he gulps down his glass
And comes to life.
His eyes reach out for mine
“Dad,” he asks,
a thought burrowed down
emerging like a desert toad awakened by the rain,
“Did God create God?”
And so the day begins
With a jolt
As we sip this existential cup of coffee.