Stale toast and coffeeA Poem by Jon RoggieLazy days Dog bark for an alarm Remember the coat and slippers It is cold outside Breakfast? Odd habit, I normally avoid. Bread redeemed with fire and jam. Coffee. Strong. Something a five year old should not be drinking. Each a memory. Early morning, Mom and I take a drive. Meeting with Dad. Diner in a lull. Glass of milk, halfway gone, coffee for a topper, few spoons of sugar. Toast, pancake, or pastry something on the side, sometime even a Hostess fruit pie. Awake enough for a few memories. Take the dog in, and coax her to her bed. Think about a glass of milk, little less than halfway full.
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Added on February 4, 2020 Last Updated on February 4, 2020 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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