Morning Routine
Dawn breaks.
My tired eyes
swirl.
Ice meets oat
in a dance with the
espresso shot.
The curve of a rocking chair
greets me like the
early morning sun.
Tiny legs.
Big yawns.
One protruding tooth.
An eager mouth drinks
The sweet nectar of
motherhood.
I am the offering
constantly reminded of
momentary gifts.
Beautiful!
'Momentary gifts'... nailed it. I'd give my thumbs to have time slow down.