Smell The Coffee Poem by Francie Lynch

I couldn't help but wonder how the day began.
He spent several minutes on his hands and knees
Searching for the toothpaste cap.
"Perhaps behind the toilet."
Meanwhile, his wife was telling him about her job interview
While changing the baby, when from down the hall, she hears,
"Aha! "
I'm sure he looked out the bathroom window and cursed
The snow-packed driveway needing shoveling
Before leaving for the forty minute commute.
His older girl was talking about her weird gymnastics coach,
And he rubbed his cheeks after shaving.
He hardly noticed the clink of the coffee mug brought to rest on the baby-blue enamel sink.
He was glad he clipped his nose hairs, but paid no heed to the softness of his facecloth.
He poured a re-fill after shoveling, kissed his wife perfunctorily,
And passed by the kids.
When I saw the crushed metal at the crossroads,
I wondered if his day began like this.