Ode to Coffee

I love a cup of coffee.
Smells so bold and so sweet.
Add a little bit of creamer,
to make it quite the treat.

The warmth wrapped around the mug.
My hands reaching across both sides.
The aroma blesses my nose,
in waves, like the lakes morning tides.

I take the first sip.
It glides forth over my tongue.
I feel the heat sliding down the back of my throat,
like a song when it’s sung.

What a gift this drink is to me.
On a day, just being to start.
It warms up my spirit.
It awakens up my mind and heart.

I am happy as can be,
taking in my glorious drink.
I scooch down in my chair,
feeling happy as I sink.

Leave me for just a moment.
To take in this moment, I am blessed.
Before the day get crazy,
and I deal with all the rest.

I am grateful for coffee.

Wrinkles like Mine

I love my wrinkles.
They show I have stood the test of time.

They reflect all my worries and joys.
They resemble each giggle, each song,
each well-written rhyme.

I love my wrinkles.
I embrace each little one.
They signify each year of my life,
my failures and battles I have won.

I believe it’s great to grow old.
It’s a gift not granted to everyone.
It allows me to enjoy little things,
and enjoy my season in the sun.

So, pardon me if I don’t try to hide my wrinkles with surgery, glitter, and glue.
I enjoy my age.
I am proud of whom I’ve grown to be,
and to myself I am true.

I am grateful for wrinkles.