Homesick

My nostrils awaken
to the scent of coffee.
Sweet fresh arabica
fills up my hungry cup.
A roosters DOODLE-DOOS
the sun fully risen,
each stretch a step closer
towards waking me up.

My eyes fully open,
caffeine sails through my veins,
another day arrives
without hardship or strain.
Wind SWOOSHES with great zest
flying like passing guest
vanishing with the breeze,
leaving behind great peace.

My taste buds still tingle,
with what I now savor,
my senses all mingle
feeling lingered flavors.
Tin crown PITTER-PATTERS
droplets play on the roof,
my heart in a locket,
daydreams serve concrete proof.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


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