I wrote this poem in participation for the Weekly Writing Challenge, from the Daily Post. Essentially, the whole content of this poem is inspired by my housemates–my sister, my young Uncle, and my cousin. We have different tastes in life, different tasks we are busy about, and different perspectives–but we never forget to smile to one another and care for each other. Despite the busy-ness, each Sunday morning is completed by a morning cup–of coffee! Of course.
A Morning Cup
Tweets in the morning, birds singing
A faint melody is heard nearby.
An open window for a morning air
Bushes sway like a dancing ballet
Lovely cheeks—softly touched by the early sun
The blue horizon, welcomed by a morning yawn.
Minutes, the legs are moving, arms stretching.
Then “Morning” words within the corners
Smiling lips above the ground,
Greeting, praying, and some are silent
Each is busy in his own interest.
A round table—set with morning goodies
Bread—sweet and leavened,
Cookies on a plastic plate,
Rice and egg for the sweet-less lover
Delighted glory—for a set of groupies
Different food, same smell of aroma
Different tastes for the morning haste,
A Sunday morning,
Completed by a morning cup.