Ode to Coffee

I'm not here to complain about my lack of sleep.

I'm a mother, and I hardly get a decent wink.

So in the mornings when I rise and shine,

you will smell the fragrance of coffee before anyone dines.

The way the aroma hits you when you open the container top,

The way it falls steadily into a ceramic mug,

the steam rising, just like the sun.

Dark black liquid gold hot as the summer sun,

to turn on my biological hard drive to the speed of 'run.'

Don't get me wrong, all coffee is nice.

Hot, cold, or blended with ice.

Caramel, chocolate, vanilla too.

So many flavors that we can choose.

As long as coffee is there for me when I wake,

I know I'll be able to get on up and tackle the day.

3 young kids are 3 full-time jobs,

house-cleaning, my small business, and a real job too.

I reserve my tea for sore throat days and snow,

because my every day needs a strong cup of joe.

My family jokes and calls me a fiend.

I don't mind, as long as there is caffeine.

So thank you classic, medium and, dark roast,

for giving me the motivation to leave the snuggly roost.

The sun is rising, and the children are waking up

before they do... perhaps just one more cup.