Poetry by Mary Rohrer-Dann
At first light, my mother shuffles
onto the dark kitchen. I lie curled
under covers in the living room, breathe
in the smell of her strong coffee, listen.
Beethoven fills the apartment. Strings,
deep-throated horns, splashing cymbals.
Whatever the day might bring—news
of a friend’s fall, another funeral,
anxious hunt for misplaced keys—
our morning begins in grace.
About the Poet
Mary Rohrer-Dann is a Pennsylvania writer and painter. These poems are part of a chapbook-in-progress, Taking the Long Way Home. Two earlier works, La Scaffetta: Poems from the Foundling Drawer and Accidents of Being, were adapted to stage by Tempest Productions, Inc. and produced in NYC; State College, PA; and Philadelphia
Vita Brevis Press. 
As I grow older, a calm morning, filled with good music and coffee, is indeed grace.
What a lovely poem. Elegant.
Good work. Thank you!