I wake up each morning,
still groggy from slumber,
Who even remembers their
perfect sleep number?
The bed is all cozy, the room
dark and dreamy,
My mind is on something all
steaming and creamy.
My brain is confused, wondering where can I be,
Oh, I remember, this is BC!
(before coffee)
I stumble from bed, find my way
through the house,
No, my dear friend, not quiet
as a mouse!
I get the brew going, splash
water on my face,
Sitting and waiting, my mug is
in place.
I pour out the brew, and giggle
with glee,
This most definitely is AC!
(after coffee)
This little poem was inspired by
your naming our times of the morning,
AC and BC! A tribute to my best friend Calo,
and our favorite morning drink, our coffee!
© Ann Joyce 4/2/2008
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