August Morning 8-14

The deck is cool today.
The sun seems busy elsewhere.
So coffee is my 
Companion at the table, 
And I leave the door 
A bit ajar to 
Accommodate the cat.

Outside, the breeze is playing
Hide and seek among the leaves
Where squirrels play.
They sometimes seem to say
"You come too!".

a most recent work from the pen of
G.B.P. She's got bits and pieces in the 
hopper, so check back.

A new poem from Mom

A simple addiction

Coffee is such a bad habit.
The color poses as appetizing
Even with cream and sugar for some.
A wake up choice for early morning
Or lagging lunch.
Perhaps dessert will be
the perfect touch
At dinner's end
With brandy added
Or Irish cream.
Somewhere in the world
A small bean grows
And, harvested,
becomes your drug 

Geraldine B Porter
4-6-14

Lullaby

All are at peace.

 

They sleep.

 

They neither mourn nor weep

 

Nor vigil keep.

 

If they should dream

 

May it be sweet.

 

The song repeat .

 

Sleep, baby, sleep.

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