Contentment
Sunday morning under my quilted down comforter
Coffee smells loosening tension like a good massage.
My alarm clock snores on, this being its one day off
And I gaze at the dresser replete with family photos.
Contentment fills me, dampening every exposed, jagged nerve
And begins to overflow as my cat purrs her approval.
February 17, 2019
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2019
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