EACH MORNING I WITNESS AN INTERVENTION DIVINE.
ALMOST ALWAYS AT THE SAME TIME.
HER WAKING EYES BEGAN TO DART.
AT FIRST NOT KNOWING WHERE TO START.
SPEAKING IN A VOICE SO SOFT.
SURELY SENT FROM HEAVEN'S LOFT.
FOR HER COFFEE SHE FUMBLES.
SOMETIMES IT EASILY TUMBLES.
FROM HER BREAKFAST SHE TAKES A BITE.
AS MORNING SUN BRINGS MORE LIGHT.
SEARCHING QUICKLY THROUGH NEWSPAPER HEADLINES,
MUCH LIKE THE EDITOR MEETING DEADLINES.
FRANTICALLY FINISHING HER DRESSING,
HER APPEARANCE SHE IS CRITICALLY ASSESSING.
BRUSHING HER LONG FLOWING HAIR.
WITH STROKES OF SUCH ANIMATED FLAIR.
THEN THE MAKEUP FOR HER EYES, SKIN, AND LIPS.
NOTHING ABOUT HER COULD EVER BE ECLIPSED.
HER MAKING A CELL PHONE CALL ADDS TO THE BIZARRE.
WARILY WATCHING HER DAILY ROUTINE IN MY REARVIEW MIRROR AS SHE DRIVES HER
HIGH SPEED CAR!

 
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