Homesick

My nostrils awakened inhaling sweet coffee.
A fresh arabica fills my hungry cup.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOS the sun has now risen,
each stretch a step closer in waking me up.

My eyes fully open, caffeine crashes my veins,
the day has arrived without any strain.
Warm SWOOSH was a guest that left with the breeze,
but first tickled my nose provoking a sneeze.

My taste buds still tingle, with what I now savor,
as all left behind was bland lacking flavor.
PITTER-PATTERING droplets can play on the roof,
my home in a locket, my heart is the proof.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


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