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| Tea For Two |
Kitchen Blessings
The kitchen is warm, the coffee hot
as I wrap my hands around my favorite mug
and ponder many blessings.
The world beyond the window where I sit
is a harsh cold whirl of snow.
But our fear is now behind us.
as I wrap my hands around my favorite mug
and ponder many blessings.
The world beyond the window where I sit
is a harsh cold whirl of snow.
But our fear is now behind us.
Spring is in view!
The darkness is over.
We have survived the night.
Soft music and the comforting
whir of the dishwasher
remind me of normal.
Soon our days will return to routine;
Once again draw to a close with tea for two
Around this old kitchen table.
The darkness is over.
We have survived the night.
Soft music and the comforting
whir of the dishwasher
remind me of normal.
Soon our days will return to routine;
Once again draw to a close with tea for two
Around this old kitchen table.
JoMae
12/14/14
I pecked this out on my phone while enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon cup of coffee while John wrote Christmas cards. His health is returning and this is probably the last Sunday we will be home together. Our goal is to get back to church this week. I thought of going alone this morning, but in a wonderful way, these hours together have become precious. This new symbiotic pattern is becoming unnecessary and while that is a good thing, in a way it will be missed. I was not needed at home this morning. He can manage on his own. But I cherished the thought of one last quiet Sunday morning alone together. And stayed.
