Maybe It's Mom's Coffee

 

Arms stretched high over my head,

yawn gives way to a full-on grin,

I’m fully awake and ready to go,

Excited for a new day to begin.

 

Maybe it’s that I’ve no 8 am classes,

maybe it’s because the windows are frosty,

maybe it’s for the cute guy in my class,

maybe it’s the smell of mom’s coffee.

 

Now for a shower, some stretching and breakfast,

I’m taking just as much time as I dare

but I’m not stressed about the hour,

I learned a bit from Baloo the Bear.

 

Maybe it’s that I’m almost through college,

maybe I choose what stress not to feel,

maybe it’s my new perspective,

maybe it’s coffee that gives me the thrill.

 

I’m now out the door this winter morning,

No complaints from me today,

It’s icy outside and I’m loving the weather,

Despite the day that’s cold and gray.

 

Maybe it’s my disposition,

maybe it’s chocolate and toffee,

maybe it’s just nine in the morning,

maybe it’s mom’s coffee.