Friday, November 13, 2009
Shellshocked On A Sunday Morning
I follow the coffee aroma to its source
looking for some mild wake up time
My baby's made breakfast
'French style'
and life
on this drowsy Sunday morning
seems so worthwhile
That is
until baby speaks
and lets the bomb
he's been sitting on
for months apparently
detonate in my face
©2009 Fenny
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love the line: "my baby's made breakfast / 'French style'
Glad i found your blog.
Dave
Posted by: David Rheins | Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I love this because it seems so peaceful and then BAM!!! Leaves me projecting the bombshell in my mind.
Posted by: Scott | Friday, November 20, 2009
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