Morning Magic

Stumbling downstairs,
Rocked again by sleep,
Head like a basketball,
Feet bitching loudly,
One hip joining the chorus–

I find you.

Your eyes airbrush me,
Your hands remold me,
Your mouth restores me,
Your voice wakes me,
Your heart heals me.

Some rocky mornings,
If not for you,
I’d have to be put down.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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