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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Patience (08/21/08)

TITLE: My Groggy Caramel Morning
By Heather Sargent
08/22/08


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I prayed for patience
One rainy morning
For incessant dripping
And husband snoring

Groggy, climbed I
Out of my bed
Greeted by the voice of one
Demanding red head

“Aaah bah bah!”
Means, “I'll take my milk now,
Warmed in a cup
With my morning chow.”

With baby now settled
In his highchair
To the kitchen I go
For my coffee's made there

I pour in the water
And measure the grind
Suddenly, “BOO!”
Comes from behind

I scream like a girl
Throw my hands in the air
My daughter just smiles,
“I did it on a dare.”

Holding fast to the counter
With hand on my heart
I gently scold her,
“You gave me a start!”

I hunt for the broom
And grab the dust pan
Tossing my perfectly measured coffee
Into the garbage can

Hearing the calamity
My honey arose from the bed
Put on his clothes
And a hat on his head

Without a word
He gathers his keys
Walks out the door
And I hit my knees

“Why does he get to leave?”
I question my Father
“With all this chaos
He can't be bothered?”

“My clueless child,”
He says to me
“You prayed for patience
So just wait and see.”

I stomp and grunt
Around the house
Stopped by an opening door
Where I see my spouse

Smiling at me
With mischievous eyes
He held a caramel macchiato
Extra caramel, grande sized

He hands me the drink
With a kiss and a hug
I could only shake my head and laugh,
“I love you, you big lug!”

Good things come to those that wait.


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Anita van der Elst08/28/08
Yummy! Poem & coffee!
Linora Moore08/28/08
Well, done! It was cute, filled with little surprises, and a deep truth. When we yield to our feelings, we often begin to give up just before the Machiato arrives. God is awesome and always on time.
Jan Ackerson 08/29/08
Oh, what a gem he is!

Very cute poem--the meter's a bit raggedy, but hey, so was your narrator!
Pamela Kliewer08/30/08
I loved this. I'm not (don't throw tomatoes please) as big a fan of poems as I used to be because they make me have to think too much, but this was great! Easy to read and understandable. I love the ending, especially! Well done. :)
Carole Robishaw 08/31/08
I loved tripping through the morning with you, love a man that thoughtful! Good job.
Ellen Dodson08/31/08
Your big lug reminds me of mine.
Sweet ending, what a great reward for the sleepy, patient mom. Such a vivid poem. Love baby's cry for milk. I want you to show more bewilderment/surprise at husband's departure to show us that this isn't him leaving for work, which would be odd without at least saying good-bye.
Marlene Austin09/01/08
So cute and such fun. You brought a smile. Thank you. :)
Patty Wysong09/03/08
Oh, that's a fun one! And give that man brownie points!
Karlene Jacobsen 09/03/08
I'm not much for poems, but this one grabbed me; maybe because I can relate.

I love the surprise at the end when "honey" brings home coffee.

Great job.