Morning Ritual
Father’s morning ritual
Coffee, cigarettes, newspaper
Crossword puzzle, word scramble
Letters from a scrabble game
Arranged and re-arranged until
The scrambled word appears
Occasional phone call
Four states away
“What’s a five letter word for…?”
most of the time I had no answer
Whole mornings consumed
Puzzles solved
I was inspired by Regina's post about her mother and puzzles. Want more on puzzles? Click here.
5 comments:
I love your poem, the feelings and comfort it brings. I can never do word puzzles, I don't know why.
I liked this. I could see your father doing that.
I can solve mathematics puzzles.
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This is a lovely poem and nice tribute to your father's preferred pastime!
There is such comfort in our loved one's rituals. This was a cozy, heartwarming poem Jone. Wonderful piece as always :)
Wonderful poem. Paints a great character, with just enough words, and emphasis.
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