Early in the morning

Early in the morning
I see her getting warm
in her small blanket,
while we drive to work.

Sometimes I wonder
about what she is thinking
and the cat eyes in the road shines
and I concentrate past the sharp oncoming lights.

Still it’s nice to be together
in early dusky morning
and at times her hand rests
loving on my leg.

The wild bean café’s coffee
is very nice and hot
and she buys a pie which I eat later.

Today goes slowly
and I wonder at what time,
she is going to leave work
and if she will get me in time?

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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