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.

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