I woke this morning enveloped in fear
my mind unsettled the reasons unclear
My rooms were familiar pictures on the walls
a tapping noise at my window as the rain falls
I put on my robe but it seems to tug
slid into my slippers that are no longer snug
pasting my bathroom I cautiously looked in
I’m feeling a silly now but not ready to grin
In to the kitchen where’s my favorite coffee cup
splattering across the floor, hitting with a thump
Now standing there thinking how the day began
there’s a broom in the closet that I’m not going in
Pouring fresh coffee hoping to change my luck
but it didn’t taste right it was in the wrong cup
I started a fire to warm the chill in the morning air
then sat down in my chair out the window I stare