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Sunday Mornings 2.0

Sunday Mornings 2.0

Puzzles for breakfast by Maggie Elizabeth.

Sunday mornings with the paper
are now spent reading Dr. Seuss.
Slow coffees with a side of Bircher
replaced by cleaning up spilled juice.

Sleeping in til noon or later
a very distant memory.
The clock usually says six
and seven’s utter luxury.

The puzzle’s still a feature,
but no longer the crossword kind.
Boxes scattered on the table,
colored pieces on our minds.

Slow has become fast
and quiet really loud.
Peace lasts about ten seconds
followed by a playful shout.

My worries may have tripled,
no longer a carefree girl.
But my little hoompanchoonks,
I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

© Maggie Elizabeth, 2013

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