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Stephanie Jones Poem
Early morning sun leaks through the window
A gentle paw upon my chest
I yawn - good morning boy, good morning world
Raise myself gently out of bed
A stretch and a yawn and running my fingers through my hair
Slip my feet into fluffy walking pillows
He bounds around my feet in glee
Good morning mum, good morning!
Down the stairs I go, I quietly pad to keep the morning still
My favourite mug jumps from the cupboard as the kettle boils
Good morning sweetheart! Good morning dog!
With a kiss on the cheek and a steaming cup of coffee in my lap
The smell is delicious, crispy strips sizzling away
CRACK! An egg in the pan.
A smear of butter, a dollop of red, gently placed in their soft fluffy bread blanket.
Salty and crunchy and and oozing velvety yolk.
You smile and wipe it from my chin
Messy girl.
The bowls are left aside as we pull on shoes and jackets
Walkies! Walkies! Walkies!
Crisp autumn air, crunchy leaves on the ground
Come on, come on, let's go, let's go!
Sniffing and zigzagging left and right. Let's play, let's play!
Eventually we return, through the door we trudge
Jackets thrown lazily over a chair
Boots abandoned by the mat
You stoke the fire warm and bright.
Brown logs burning as the flames grow and crackle
We burrow down on the sofa, fluffy blankets and cushions
The cutest face staring up from the floor with begging eyes
CUDDLES PLEASE!
I turn to you with begging eyes.
You laugh and smile. Okay, okay - but just this once!
A leap and a FLUMP! A sigh of contentment curled up in a ball.
We cuddle together, our family, as one.
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Stephanie Jones Poem
In Shouldville
I should have told you from the start that none of this was right
I should never have left my life behind
I should have listened to my head but my heart did win the fight
Very few words there are for me to find
Certainly not any that are kind
I live with you yet live alone
This place I rest, it isn't home
I should have waited, found my feet
I'm trapped here now, I should have known
I shouldn't be here, I admit defeat
But from here where on earth do I go?
I have left behind everything I ever knew
What once was mine is eight feet below
I should have stuck with the old, not been in with the new
You don't love me now, that much is clear, that much is true
I should have listened to them all
But pride won out, they say it comes before a fall
I cannot stay
I should away
But I cannot say. I shouldn't stay... It's far too hard to make that call.
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