I wake up early
To write.
There is an extra body
Asleep on the sofa
In the family room.
I walk down to get my laundry
From last night.
My laundry basket is filled
With my daughter*s clothes.
I am not at my most hospitable
At 8 in the morning,
Faced
With thwarted plans.
This house brings its own temptations
At 8 in the morning.
Scripture verses
Do not come readily
To mind.
At least this morning
There is cream
For my coffee.
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