Good Morning Poem

The way I get up every day


With a yawn - a stretch - a scratch


Greeting the morning sun with a grimace


Reaching for the last tendrils of sleep


Dreams slinking back into the shadows


Mind foggy from a satisfying nights rest.




Sitting up takes effort - energy - necessity


Tightening of the muscles again; then release


Music dances through the house


The sun peaks its eyes through the window


Children lazing about while I wake


A bowl of cereal for me awaits!


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