He comes quietly into the room,
Softly offers the sweet-steaming mug
As he kisses me good morning.
As I begin to rouse, he draws back the curtain
Then settles in as I fuss with pillows,
Waiting patiently while I awaken.
His gaze traces me as I stretch
Even though the years of living together
have thickened and aged me.
Slowly, at first, then more easily,
We settle into connection
And begin sharing a new day.
The children come and go,
The fireflies of our home
Flitting through the moments.
We speak of dreams, hopes, and memories
We touch softly
Years of knowing in every caress.
It is just this –
These moments, in bed,
Sipping coffee, reading, touching, connecting.
This is it.
Simple, commonplace, everyday