Hello coffee my old friend
I’ve come to drink you again
Because the morning is creeping
Makes me wish I was still sleeping
And the dream that invaded my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of morning
In tired step, I walk alone
To my kitchen with granite stone
‘Neath the cabinets waiting for me
Is the machine that makes coffee
When my eye we met with a beautiful sight
That ended the night
And blessed the sound of morning
And in the kitchen light I saw
A pot of coffee, ready to be poured
The children looked, without speaking
My husband spoke, but I wasn’t listening
Coffee making feelings that won’t be shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of morning
“Fools,” said I, “You do not know
Morning like a flower grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take this cup that it might reach you”
But my words, like silent coffee drops fell
And echoed in the time of morning
And the children laughed and played
In the kitchen mess they made
And the clock sounded out its warning
The bus for school would soon be coming
Then their father said, “Your mother made it perfectly clear
The time is near”
And so went the sound of morning