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.