OctPoWriMo 10 - Mornings

Just five more minutes, Mom. I will awake

In time to eat and brush my teeth, I swear.

Aw, come on. Why can’t I get a break?

I want to sleep some more. It isn’t fair!

Hit snooze and snooze again just one more time;

My bed so soft and warm I hate to rise.

I hate nothing like I hate that chime

That calls me to be healthy, wealthy, and wise.

I sometimes like to rise before the sun,

To sit in quiet while all others sleep,

And not to think of what needs to be done,

To pray the peace I find then I can keep.

But most days, coffee is my closest friend.

I wish my sleep would never have to end.