GOOD MORNING, DOLL
When she came into the kitchen,
She would always find him up.
Reading the morning paper, he'd say,
"Good morning, doll. I poured your cup."
It was good to see him sitting there,
In their cozy kitchen bright.
But she wondered why he had to speak
When she had been with him all night.
It wasn't easy to begin a new day,
Just getting out of bed was a trial.
He knew she must have her coffee
Before she could give to him her smile.
But, now his voice was silent.
Her eyes are filled with misty tears.
Even though her days are lonely,
She recalls the happy years.
Her mornings were made cheerful,
For she would always find him up,
As she heard him kindly speak,
"Good morning, doll. I poured your cup."
When her days on earth are finished,
No more nights she'll be alone.
These lovely words will greet her,
"Good morning, doll. Welcome home."
Augusta K. Black
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