Augusta K. Black


When she came into the kitchen,
She would always find him up.
Reading the morning paper, he'd say,
"Good morning, doll. I poured your cup."

It was good to see him sitting there,
In their cozy kitchen bright.
But she wondered why he had to speak
When she had been with him all night.

It wasn't easy to begin a new day,
Just getting out of bed was a trial.
He knew she must have her coffee
Before she could give to him her smile.

But, now his voice was silent.
Her eyes are filled with misty tears.
Even though her days are lonely,
She recalls the happy years.

Her mornings were made cheerful,
For she would always find him up,
As she heard him kindly speak,
"Good morning, doll. I poured your cup."

When her days on earth are finished,
No more nights she'll be alone.
These lovely words will greet her,
"Good morning, doll. Welcome home."

Augusta K. Black
Richland, Missouri
AUGUSTA K. BLACK, 90, Richland, is a mystery poet who has made her Senior Poets Laureate debut this year by entering four poems that stole the judge's heart. Her biographical sketch doesn't tell us what she did before she retired, but her birthdate of July 23, 1919 tells us she's a sunny senior Leo.