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~ My Morning Coffee ~

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~ Oh how I live to breath this ... ~

~ True-love is unconditional and is the treasure so-very hard-to come 
by in this world, today. Like the sweet sound of breaking the natural-
freedom-of-rhyme; and-the certain-reverence stirring in-the spirit
of-a home that lives only for this; one pure reason. Seen now-and-
viewed in-the likeness-of the-orange and red-brown and-yellow of-a-
joyous-leaf ... blowing-free-in-the-ease of the wind; and knowing 
the sound of a new hope rising-to-greet-the-greener-grasses thriving 
amid-the-perfect-beauty growing in-plain view of-the other-side of-the 
morning. Stirring-in-the-depths-of-your-heart and the-well, of your soul ... 
riding-high-atop the puffy white clouds, billowing-up-to-greet-the-light of 
Heaven. ~

~ Yes-those wonderful-things ... like the birds chirping fondly and the gentle 
sounds of a baby's laughter, and slippery wet little kisses ... given-by-the-lips-
of an angel. As you-hear a violent-shouting wake up; wake-up-and-a-tap-tap-
tapping, on heavens bedroom door. As then your awakened again ... and then 
stumble to the challenge of not spilling the coffee, and you dance once more 
with your lovely daughter in the kitchen. As she smiles as-you-spill-it-and-yell-
oh-no-tenderly and you ask the wife if she could grab the morning paper. ~

~ Yes that freaky tone of-a-squeaky-wet-balloon, and the ongoing run of happy-
little-giggles-that-fill the-air ... rising to new heights in the pool underneath-the-
glory of-the-summer-sun ... as your young son splashes chlorine-water-in-your 
face ... and cup. And-so-is-love-the-prize in all its' authenticity. A true and-raw-
emotion ... boldly-running ... and-wildly shouting! "Hey!" ~

~ "Those darn-conditions-and-ultimatums are just fine, but-don't-you-dare-
take my morning-coffee!" ~

Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2009

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