It took a lot longer to hear the pat pat pat pat into the bedroom
after the Winter thunder shook the windows.
I wanted you to crawl in to snuggle,
but you were already somewhere else.
Scooping, pouring, stirring, mixing, tasting....
Just as I dozed off again
I am awakened by a cool little hand
that tells the story of where you've been....
Your favorite morning routine when it is
almost too early to be morning
and surely is still night for so many....
I turn over and squeeze you tight
and the rain pounds the roof,
and daddy is off to work,
and we snuggle,
your coffee breath and me.
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