reminder
no matter how hard I try I wake before the dawn and toss and turn, bewail and moan like death’s last gasp, my sleep is gone but the birds tickle my ear deep underneath my blanket and grandchild sun shakes my eyes “Get up! Another day granted!” so the next time I complain ‘bout morning’s daily habit remind me of these gentle times before day begins its havoc Inspired by a line by Emily Dickinson, "...where the place called morning lies."