Morning Coffee In the stillness of the morning I try to find my peace, Cup of coffee in my hand, Warm canines at my feet. But peace is not that kind- In fact she’s an elusive bitch. She hides and leaves me sadness Permeating through every niche.
Monday Morning Poetry
Love, Tennis, and Cancer 
Hello Marie,
I have enjoyed all that you have written.
In person, here is something you said that I take very seriously and with a love of the game.
You said to me once and maybe twice that you and I hitting a tennis ball was possible.
You can let me down gently (hell to the no) and you could help make it happen.
Please know that this hitting comes with no expectations. Your children can be your life tennis hitting buddies and Barb is just seeking to return to the game if my passion for the sport comes back.
Plus, going on a trip to Florida and having coaching from Abdule Idi might be a terrific girl’s get away. Abdule moved away from MN based on his wife’s need for sun shine and works out of a club near Tampa…I think.
Keep writing and being you!
Barb B
On Mon, Nov 8, 2021, 6:28 AM Love, Tennis, and Cancer wrote:
> mfregien6c146e4539 posted: ” Morning Coffee In the stillness of the > morning I try to find my peace, Cup of coffee in my hand, Warm canines at > my feet. But peace is not that kind- In fact she’s an elusive bitch. She > hides and leaves me sadness Permeating through every niche” >
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Hey Barb! I think hitting would be fun….lots of rust on the racquet, but it needs to come off sometime! Let me know when you want to make that happen.
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