I woke up at 9,
A little late for me now,
It was needed though.
Researching family,
Tracing some old relatives,
But not their stories.
I’m a pork pie fan,
That is is not Pop-Eye stuff,
That’s got me laughing.
Four bags of shopping,
Every item sanitised,
And then put away.
I’m finding my way,
Everything is new,
And so hard to do.
It’s a coffee cup, formed by the last three Haiku, I kinda like it.
