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I’ve missed the light
Slanting through the window–
Sipping-coffee-kind-of-simple
Mornings with you
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Turquoise Clouds in a Green Sky
“I always remember the first time I saw the green sky and the turquoise clouds skating across it.” These words had stayed with Alice Barrett for two years. She’d been six- years-old and snuggled next to her great-grandmother, known to nearly all the family as Granny Rose, on a large, rather uncomfortable armchair. Granny Rose had been telling her a story, at least that’s what Alice believed, but it was a strange memory, blurry apart from those few words.
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Comments (6)
The simple joys. Ahhhh! Great focus!
Awww, that yearning. I loved your poem! Hope you're doing well. You've been missing for quite some time
Wistfully painful yet treasured & good.
Beautiful, touching poem. The stuff in those cups isn't coffee, but... 😉
simple and sweet
Aw, Joelle. This is all kinds of romantic and plus cawfee. Well done on a fine fine poem!