When I awake and rise from bed,

With fading dreams still in my head,

I wander on my bare cold feet

For something freshly brewed and sweet.

I say my morning prayer and smile

Then walk on cool ceramic tile

As I select a mug of white

And fill it with caffeine delight.

I drink my coffee, fresh and hot

As I sit down to type a lot

Of fantasy and love once more

And often from the days of yore.

Another cup and hour are gone,

When suddenly I hear a yawn.

I see him stand just feet away.

He pouts and then I hear him say

“Did you eat yet?” he asks of me

“Good morning, dear, just some coffee.”

He nods and disappears to cook

So I can stay to write my book.

He makes our breakfast hot and fast.

The morning never seems to last.

I type and read till afternoon

And hope to get the book done soon.

But each day starts thanking the Lord

for all we have and can afford.