Birds chirping at dawn,
morning coffee with raw honey.
The colors of late spring,
blooming purple, orange, red, pink and yellow.
Wispy clouds in a blue sky,
a slight breeze and dogs barking behind hedges
on a stroll to the park.
Stopping and looking both ways at the corners,
holding hands with a three year old
who giggles on the climb
to the top of a slide, says “wheeee” going down.
Other children kicking a soccer ball,
still more playing catch.
An afternoon nap, coffee with milk
and slowly reading the New York Times
while rocking on the porch.
Thank you Father.
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