Cold Mornings

Cold mornings sat under the covers
The smell in the air reminding me of you.
The sounds lingering in the air a testament to the home you built.
Aroma of coffee as bitter sweet as the childhood memories.
Reminders all around but none nearly as strong as cold mornings under the covers.
Written by DaxterDux (Dax)
Author's Note
We all know how memories can creep up on us. This was meant to capture the nostalgia of sitting in my grandmothers home and just remembering her on a cold morning.
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