Morning Has Broken
By
Jude Kyrie
Morning has broken

Stumbling half asleep I pour my morning coffee.
The boost jolts me awake as always.
Our house is getting worn out.
The scratches on the wooden floor.
The cracked window pane from the kids.
The paint with crayon drawings from a baby.

Even my coffee cup that I  have  
used a thousand times
Has a chip in the rim.
Like all of us do now after all this time
We have familiar chips inside us.

Flaws that we do nothing about.
Wearing our imperfections like
A comfortable old Sunday sweater.
Letting them all survive even if damaged
and imperfect.

Looking outside into the new morning
The rain is falling from dreary clouds.
It is settling in for a gloomy day.
And I find the chair with the ricketty leg  
That wobbles when I move.

Then I take a long deep breath  
It is  the only me time  
I will get this day.
It is the warmest thought of the day.
It dances like mirror ball lights
Inside my chipped heart.
It smooths all the wrinkles and
chips inside our life.

And funnily enough  
All I can think about is you.