Good MorningA Poem by Jack JosephSharing a bed- kids have it right we mucked it up. Friendship and support, linen forts and secret missions Nothing felt better than crying; camped out in a circle of three hoarding cards and ice cream. Walks of shame were never there in the morning; only the slip-sliding of socked feet racing to the kitchen- mom was making waffles. Feelings wouldn't change when the sun came even if you woke someone up with a pillow to the kisser. We adults have it wrong- the companionship is gone; replaced with pomp and circumstance, lust and primeval passion. There's no room for the dog and the morning coffee outweighs a morning kiss. How does it all get better? How do we reclaim the days of innocence? You don't, you make due- so skip the coffee; go for the kiss and make waffles.
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1 Review Added on January 27, 2010 Last Updated on January 27, 2010 AuthorJack JosephLos Angeles, CAAboutI'm a writer, painter and cognitive science junky living in The City of Angels. I write poetry from the perspective of a bystander. I believe that there is beauty in pain and loss, a beauty that rival.. more..Writing
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