My Second Cup

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    • Very excited and very grateful. My son Michael will be coming back to American soil in about 12 days I want to thank all of you for your prayers and well wishes and strength.

    My Second Cup
    And the house is once again quiet...
    Save for the low whirring of the ceiling fan
    Lazily running laps over my head.
    All have clamored out the door
    To destinations of their own
    Taking with them their sense of urgency
    And leaving me with breakfast dishes
    And my second cup.

    It will be a fine day.
    The sun has already staked her claim
    In the sky.
    The only hint of rain that remains
    Is a small puddle at the curb.
    The Mimosa stands guard.
    Looming o'er the front door,
    Warning visitors to take care,
    Do not disturb my solitude.
    It is so short lived
    And I treasure it.

    The clock ticks off the minutes.
    Soon it will be my turn to exit
    And begin my day.
    But not just yet....


    There
    is
    my
    second
    cup....


    mlea 09/09

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    bandit1192 commented on My Second Cup

    10-02-2009

    I know this feeling. It's right after I pack my kids lunches and get them on the school bus. The house is quiet and I have an hour till I have to leave for work. Time for that second cup of coffee. Good write, TS
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    mlea

    10/03/2009

    i love all the noise and clamor of our extended family but those few precious minutes of quiet. I can hear my own thoughts...thanks for the comments, mlea

    WordSlinger commented on My Second Cup

    09-16-2009

    I hear that, coffee mixed with hot chocolate, :) maybe a third..
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    mlea

    09/16/2009

    maybe, and outside in the hammock...mlea

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