Sunday Solitude

  A Sunday morning that shines so bright. I brush away the sleep of night.                                     Out of bed, I begin to brew a pot of coffee that will renew.                                                                Hubby fetches the paper, and the breakfast table is set.                                                                    We sit and sip as we share the news.                                                                                                        This is as good as it gets.                                                                                                                   Sunday morning is special.                                                                                                                         We enjoy our solitude.                                                                                                                           This time spent with my hubby                                                                                                                 fills me with gratitude.

(Can’t figure out to to align this poem properly, but Ihope you get the gist. Does anyone know how to write poems on a blog post and get them aligned?)


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