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."