Calm Mornings

In calm mornings, breakfast and the Sun, 
I smile upon our window, 
Our family was one,
Family was a pink fridge in a kitchen,
A table filled with food,
Filled with Garden roses, 
Our kittens,
Filled with laughter, 
Soft the mood.
I look outside our window,
The oranges you missed,
You peeled them softly,
Your gentle hands I kissed.
I miss our mornings,
The fresh breeze of happy at our door,
Living the happy never ending,
Sitting noisily at the floor,
Smiling meant happy,
Smiling our teeth deep, 
How can this happy feelings ever be this cheap?
I miss you…

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