Aw the mornings come by and go
through the vapor of the newly steeped tea
Carrying the innocency like that of the baby oil odor
And the freshly sliced tomatoes
Cut to gather the people of the house around
How do I long for you and the mornings we all rushed to catch up with life
A folder full of colorfully sketched moments
Sometimes left in the car to be carried back to kids at school
Decaf coffee sipped with good memories and a lot of laughs
Friends, jokes and giggles, happy smiles
Knowing that my name on the paper cup has been written correctly because you spelled it to the barista
Warms my heart