MORNING

 

I rise at dawn, I wake and yawn

To start another day.

I don my robe, To the kitchen probe

It's hard to find the way.

 

I get a cup, and fill it up

With some reheated brew.

I drink it down. Then look around

there is so much to do.

 

To heck with it. In a chair I sit

One that isn't broke

The kids arise and rub their eyes

And I've not yet awake.

 

Into the other room they go. Their reflexes a little slow

To turn on the T.V.

In the process of doing so. One of them will stub a toe

The other bumps a knee.

 

Cartoons are oh, so super. And I sit here in a stupor

Wondering why they think it's neat.

But in a while, They're back with a smile

Asking what there is to eat.

 

I get up from the table. Although I'm not yet able

To stand up very surely.

I search through every cupboard. Feeling like Old Mother Hubbard

Wishing it weren't so early.

 

I ask them just what they prefer. On this they can't seem

to concur

But decide on eggs and ham.

 

I tell them I haven't any. Their protests are many

And settle for toast and jam.