My Two Year Old Drinks Coffee
By Christian Abell
My two year old drinks coffee.
Every morning she has a cup.
Of-course it’s a splash mixed with tons of cream & sugar,
And served in a tea cup the size of a shot glass,
But all the same, she needs her morning cup.
We sit at our kitchen table….Silent.
I drink from my cup and she drinks from hers.
Her little hot-pink fingernails wrapped around the small white porcelain cup.
Big brown eyes stare ahead as she takes her sip.
Her eye lashes are so long and beautiful (unlike mine!)
Before I had her I was afraid of girls.
I had a little boy already… a “Mama’s boy” in-fact.
And girls…. Oh man… “Girls have too much attitude” I’d say.
But then this peaceful little thing was born to me.
Her features are delicate, her little lips so red.
She enters a room and brings a sense of peace with her.
In a corner she’ll sit quietly “reading” to herself,
And her days are spent feeding and caring for her baby dolls.
All things must be pink. All things.
Not just her clothes and shoes, but her ice cream, teddy bears and jewelry.
Even the most timid of animals will let my daughter touch them.
If she sees a dog behind a fence or in a cage she’ll work and work
Until she can figure out a way to set them free (much to the owner’s dismay!)
My daughter amazes me. She’s such a beautiful soul.
A far cry from what I thought a daughter would be.
I love to sit here and watch…
As my two year old drinks coffee.
By Christian Abell
My two year old drinks coffee.
Every morning she has a cup.
Of-course it’s a splash mixed with tons of cream & sugar,
And served in a tea cup the size of a shot glass,
But all the same, she needs her morning cup.
We sit at our kitchen table….Silent.
I drink from my cup and she drinks from hers.
Her little hot-pink fingernails wrapped around the small white porcelain cup.
Big brown eyes stare ahead as she takes her sip.
Her eye lashes are so long and beautiful (unlike mine!)
Before I had her I was afraid of girls.
I had a little boy already… a “Mama’s boy” in-fact.
And girls…. Oh man… “Girls have too much attitude” I’d say.
But then this peaceful little thing was born to me.
Her features are delicate, her little lips so red.
She enters a room and brings a sense of peace with her.
In a corner she’ll sit quietly “reading” to herself,
And her days are spent feeding and caring for her baby dolls.
All things must be pink. All things.
Not just her clothes and shoes, but her ice cream, teddy bears and jewelry.
Even the most timid of animals will let my daughter touch them.
If she sees a dog behind a fence or in a cage she’ll work and work
Until she can figure out a way to set them free (much to the owner’s dismay!)
My daughter amazes me. She’s such a beautiful soul.
A far cry from what I thought a daughter would be.
I love to sit here and watch…
As my two year old drinks coffee.
