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It's Thursday, meaning that this week's two days of babysitting are past, and my five day weekend begins - the joys of retirement. I offer this poem -
Thursday mornings
My Thursdays mornings have become
Saturday mornings
when
I feel the warmth of my ceramic mug in my hand,
radiating throughout my palm and fingers,
this soft caressing comforting heat,
when
I smell the subtle earthy waft of my green tea, and
indulge in sips of tea at its finest temperature,
an impossible treat in the midst of children
now my morning's delicacy
when
I hear the delightful echo of yesterday
with each sip
their young chatter laughter hurts joys movement
remembering
these precious moments
when
I settle deeper into my chair
holding
the cup in one hand
the pen in the other
the journal open on my lap
when
my body is still calm relaxed
at peace
how I love
the unfazed day ahead that
Thursday morning brings.
