Coffee in hand
She watches the sun shows itself
from a cluster of morning clouds.
A little sparrow sits nearby.
Did it just break into a song?
She listened
Until the little bird flew
Maybe for some food to find.
The dew shimmers on the grass.
Did it rain last night?
The cold morning bites
She smiles and shivers.
Remembering, just remembering
Some days that she was happy.
Some days that she was glad.
The coffee is getting cold
One day is enough.