The steam rises in a
curly-cue
from the cup of coffee you sip
as you sit lost
in the Sunday paper.
The golden light
of the morning sun
paints you
in stripes through the window blinds.
The kitchen clock
tick-tocks
the simple rhythm of passing time.
Another second,
becomes a minute
and then you are
just a memory.
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I know you are lonely. I know you are sad. You are many things. Complex and deeply colored. More than anything, you are strong. I have to believe that you will be happy one day. You will smile. You will laugh. Someone will love you, and you him. I am praying for you.
Katie...thanks for the thoughts. See you at book club.
P.S. Katie...complex and deeply colored? You've been reading too much S.M. Kidd (smiles).
You're right. I am a drama queen. At least I made you smile.
I think you should get a publisher and get some of this stuff published before somebody steals it.
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