From Senses to Memory

Catch your breath as you realize you're no longer breathing.

Out of bed you roll, but already the amroma surrounds you.

Family traditions, no matter how simple, are essential.

Familiar memories are what really warm you from inside.

Everyone else limps and moans to the sun:

Everyone else doesn't know what morning coffee is really about.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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