Ode to My Coffee
I used to drink you as soon as I woke up.
I’d sit there and sip
Now, you mock me.
I scoop you into the pot
and you brew.
I can hear you laughing
Then you start to smell oh so good.
You know there are many miles to go
Before I can sit and drink you.
You know how tired I am
But you laugh all the same.
There are many things that must be done
Before I can savor you.
The baby’s bottle needs to be made.
Then his oatmeal needs to be mixed.
Bottles need to be washed
and dishes need to be put away.
The dog needs to be let out
Then it’s time to get the baby up.
Change the baby’s diaper.
Feed the baby oatmeal.
(and you know that is no easy task.)
Here comes the airplane.
Where is my coffee?
Which is really what I’m thinking.
As an airplane comes and goes
For what seems like a million times.
Feed the baby his bottle.
Burp the baby.
Then, finally, you’re mine.
Sweet, sweet coffee.
Then the baby spits up
and it’s back to mommy mode.
See you soon.