Good Morning!

I am so CLEAR
When the sun is near
My tummy rumbles
I out of bed tumble
Coffee is what I am ABOUT
A whisper can feel like a shout
Until a piece of buttery TOAST
Past my lips does coast

Georg’ann

Curious hands TOUCH my body.
They are my own. Wandering
slowly, becoming acquainted.
Reverence in my finger tips,
full palmed care. No TOKEN
meeting here. This. This is
sorrow joy melding. Tenderness
of a new mother marveling
as she greets her newborn,
familiar, yet so unknown.
Touch and be touched,
butter melting into warm TOAST.

Heather