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Coffee-Flavored Conversation
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
Magic.
Me, looking at my love, coffee in hand.
Love this; the gentleness yet strength of feeling comes across really well.
El -
Gentleness and strength of feeling – yup! That sums up our marriage, and Jim.
When we first began dating, he told me he was my “large, interactive teddy bear,” and that he would be “the best damned friend you ever had.”
He’s kept his word.
And he built us a gorgeous bed big enough for the kids to swarm up, if they want (less now than when they were small, still often enough for that wonderful all-together in one place feeling!) – a bed that is our haven in a little house bursting with life and activity.
Coffee is sweeter, beside him!
Thanks for the visit! =D
Reblogged this on The Darkness in the Light.
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A very warm poem…loved the line “fireflies of our home.”
Anna –
Yes. “Warm” feels just right for our morning ritual. And the children are definitely our fireflies,bringing joy and wonder and sparkle….
Thanks for visiting!
WOW!! You just described one beautiful time in my life… Exact description!! Beautiful…. God Bless the love!!
Mishi –
What a wonderful coincidence, and I am so glad you shared it with me. =D