I fixed my coffee, work was due again
Then I heard familiar steps coming down the stairs.
Dressed in her night gown,
She limped slowly down the stairs since her feet hurts again.
She smiles sleepily upon seeing me
I greet her good morning as I hug her tight.
She’s older and frailer now
So different from her younger years.
I ask, “Hey mom, want some coffee?”
As we slowly start our days.