Don't like mornings, evenings

Those times of the day when
Sofia and I were always toge-
ther, her doing her drawings
half's down her nose, light of
the room twinkling in them
when she'd look up to see
what the Golden Gurls are up
to or looking at me and strokin
her cat LizxyBoo, who I at
times called 'Lizzyburger.

In the Mornings, I so loved
sitting with Sofia drinking
coffee and eating some of
her great breakfast breads.
Cinimon an b'nana being the
best. I'd make up a slew of
Cornbeef hash in my non
Stick csst iron skillet with
eggs either sunny side up
or nice cheezy scrambled.
eggs.

I so remember how content
of ❤ we were and I miss
that feeling very much. . .

 

I agree completely. Nights were our time to get caught up on the day, relax, talk and just be together. Nights are difficult. But mornings are painful too. Especially weekends. I start off the day with a sick feeling knowing my whole world is changed. No more “I love you”.....no more “see you tonight”....no more kiss goodbye. “What do you want to do today “ he would say on Saturday’s. No more.

 

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