Morning Song

Dad singing praises to the King.

Slightly off key.

A sweet smell rises with the sun.

Mom's cooking's done.

A light, chirpy "Don't forget to pray!"

See Sosa in my doorway.

"Isaac! Look! Which one should I wear!"

"Osa, I don't care!..."

"Isaac let's go! Get out of your bed!"

Isaiah's sitting on my head.

I lift my head and roll out.

We eat before we go out.

I'm glad and ready for the day,

now that I've heard this morning song.


This poem is about: 
My family


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