Our mornings look like
coffee spills and coffee steam and coffee cups on the coffee table,
sleepy eyes and early mists,
shower races, wet hair,
scraping the plastic yogurt carton for the last of it,
topping your breakfast with last summer's berries.
Our mornings sound like
"hurry up!" and, "where's my toothbrush?"
"you took it all!" and, "grab the cat!"
"don't forget, the faucet's broken--
never mind. I'll clean it up."
Our mornings are
But, they are
What are your's?