sleepless night.
a text in the early morn
what are you doing up? you ask
as night gives way to dawn.
Formica tabletop.
Steaming filled coffee cup.
Sugar packets piled.
We exchange tired words,
bright eyes,
a smile.
Early morning coffee
down at the corner store.
An unexpected visit,
but I couldn’t ask for more.
Looking in your eyes
all my days melt into one,
as I revel in the wonder
of my beloved son.
Janine Phillips
May 30, 2017
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