April 11 poem

An Ode to Coffee

Oh, dear coffee.
Sweet nectar of life.
The single scent of you
Brings my feet to the ground
Each morning.
Your warm, full aroma wafts
From room to room,
Following me in an invisible stream
As I carry my half full cup throughout
The house.
A single sip can sustain me
Through morning routines 
Another stolen sip
Gives me the strength to change the
Squirmy babe.
While the day wears on
My need for you often grows.
The older I get, 
The more I love you,
The more I need you,
Oh coffee, my coffee.

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