A mother’s morning

Stitching a path with pen.

Coffee brewing.

Ingredients for the day

Gathered and gathering.

Papers to stack and pack.

Kitten paws and old dogs

Drifting in and out of wake.

Dough and Daughters rise.

Me, slowly I attempt 

To channel the wise.

Raindrops weigh on tree boughs

Warmth and sun behind

The dark clouds.

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