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!

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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