Steamy and hot
Burning my throat just enough.
Liquid white chocolate
Supporting a roof of whipped cream.
Decadence and bliss in a cup.
A cup full of
If I die right now, I am happy.
I keep looking at the red numbers on the alarm clock.
Has it really been only three minutes since my last look?
Those numbers are laughing at me
While I try to sleep
Like the children from the playground
Nana Nana Boo Boo
You can't sleep.
While out with friends in the evening
My mocha tasted so good.
My sleepless night does not.
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A tribute to my daddy for his birthday honoring his devotion to God and the lessons he continues to teach us, sometimes without words.
I make no secrets that my husband is an addict in recovery. The following poem is a collaboration of both our efforts.
This open letter is to anyone living with someone who is using and abusing drugs or alcohol. I know and understand what you are going through. I hope my words offer some hope and encouragement for you.