I fill the kettle and flip the switch,
open the cupboard, browse my collection of mugs —
the hedgehog broke today, slipped right out of my hands, shattering on the rug —
so I settle on the flamingo, slipping my fingers around its neck to pull it down.
The water boils as I rip open paper packaging,
pour the cocoa powder in, water, stir.
I spray a cover of whipped cream, swirl chocolate syrup across the top,
a casual reminder that I deserve small, nice things
even if no one else can see them, especially if no one else can see them,
and I can make these comforts for myself.
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Comments (2)
Oh I adore this poem. I love how impactful the simplicity is. How you made beauty out of a seemingly ordinary task. The self care really shines through this poem in such a gentle but inspiring way. I especially admired the second last line.
Such a cozy feeling captured! Love your poem!