Comfort reveals itself in simple acts
Morning, I awake
Inhale, life again,
I’m still here.
Shuffle my sleepy-block feet
to the end of the bed to
find slippers, fuzzy or not,
depending on the season
and robe, cotton or flannel,
summer or fall.
one by one, thinking
Might I turn on the fairy lights
curled around the rails?
Fairy lights on a random
Tuesday morning, why not,
Old dog struggles
to his feet, tail wagging,
smiling, good morning human
I’ve been waiting for you,
and snuggles his snout between my knees
suggesting the greeting, sprawling cat
at my feet has nothing to offer.
Cat, why? I am goodest boy.
The stage is set,
dog, cat, final act, human.
Good morning, darling,
how did you sleep?
A kiss, a long warm embrace,
double sighs to welcome
the gift of this random Tuesday.
Interrupted, of course,
by the dog, nosing his way between us,
center of the love party.
Dog, enters stage right,
Cat, flops on floor, meows greeting,
rolls over and yawns,
Humans enter, smile, embrace, it’s a
“Good morning,” they say.
Laughing, human says, let me pour you
a coffee, and I smile
because it is always the same.
It's all so predictable. Routine.
Such comfort in these simple, small acts.
About the Creator
I live with a broken brain and PTSD--but that doesn't stop me! I'm an author, artist, and qualified mediator who loves life's detours.
I co-authored NOT CANCELLED: Canadian Kindness in the Face of COVID-19. I also publish horror stories.
I loved the format you used for this!
This is delightful & Well-written! I also love the layout! Very well done!
Haha Mariann, it does sound like an ad!
Hah, the comfort of waking up in the morning. Sweet. You poem felt like up in a forgers coffee commercial.
So relatable. I like your writing style :)