Poster child for morning coffee
she stumbles out of bed
Clutching at the thinning tee shirt
and shaking her pretty head
Where did she wind up
after the night was through
A darkened world unfamiliar
furniture all askew
She tiptoes across the carpet
and steps on cold tile
Bent and weary from the night
her mouth is full of bile
Wicked words she tosses
and mews at her silhouette
Will he keep her this time
she’ll take what she can get
A bowl of milk sits waiting
filled up to the brim
She is sorely tempted
to spend her life with him
Feeling a little better
from sleeping in a warm room
She curls up against his shoulder
and waits for love to bloom
A Thought For Every Word
GL Roberts Books 
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