The day opens with a renewed sense of arrival
A voice, sweet and dear is gently
whispering my name from afar
Barely audible, yet luring me to the kitchen
with the aroma of Hawaiian hazelnut
I stand in the doorway
my eyes slowly taking in the colors
the angel before me captures
all my attention, with her hair
glistening a golden light brown
from the morning sun
As I approach near with the look
of the happiest little boy,
Daniella leans over to me..
ruffles my hair with a playful
smile, pats my cheek and says
“Morgen Schätzchen” and
kisses me “bonjour”.
Sweet delight from which I shall never tire,
every morning I am so blessed.
I open the patio door and begin making breakfast
starting with a small plate of
parmesan and tomatoes.
She livens up the morning by
reading from “il giornale”.
