Disappointment for breakfast

This morning I am skipping the Thursday work-out and sitting with disappointment for breakfast.  She may have a thing or two to teach me.  What exactly, I have no idea.  That*s why I need to pay attention.

I vowed to make friends

With Disappointment,

Pour her a cup of coffee

At the breakfast table,

Exchange sections of the morning paper,

Sit and make morning chit-chat,

Watch the back lawn

Grow greener.

Her face looks like a prune.

She needs more than a laugh

Or two.

I wonder

Which comic strip

Appeals to her sense of humor?

Does she even have

A sense of humor?

Is it dark or silly?

Does she see the oddness

In my asking?

Which cereal would she like

Topped with strawberries?

One or two servings of fruit

Is a good way

To start the day.

Even for someone

Named Disappointment.

Does her name

Cause her distress?

What were her parents thinking?

Whatever were they thinking?

She sits across from me

In her mismatched PJs

Uncombed hair.

Let me warm up your cup of coffee

I say.

Let me give you a warmer.