I sit here, facing a future filled with smiles,
All around are many who love me,
The looking glass is filled with crazy morning hair, curls abound.
Time to make the coffee, I rise.
Each day, a writing world around me,
I see clearly after the percolation happens,
Caffeine with a smile.
My brain triggers, words flow and my mind is clear,
Time to write my world away, making it more whole.
A patchwork of words, coming together to make a quilt of my stories.
Stitch by stitch, it is not about completion, it's about the journey.
A journey made possible by this mind that works for me, most of the time.
As long as I stand over the steam of the cappuccino machine.
Just a few of my lovely felted purses
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