THE COMFORT OF COCOA
This morning, the thing that I love the most
Is the comfort of cocoa and buttered toast;
But I also find a great delight
At frosty windows in morning light.
I love the peace. Was there ever sorrow?
And what will I love the most
Tomorrow?
YOU ARE READING
FRIDAY NIGHT PIZZA
PoesieThis is poetry about normal, ordinary life. Some of it will rhyme. Some of it won't. But I sincerely hope that anyone who stumbles across this will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
