this is:
about breakfast
our morning routine
and waking up:
i hate waking up
my bed is a cloud
a dreamy cloud
i don’t visit enough
i want to stay
where i am
on my cloud
all alone
i want silence
i’d like all the chirping
of sweet morning children
to be in the background
another layer
not quite beside me
yet
but it isn’t that way
and i peel back the covers
and i trod down the stairs
and i drip in the coffee
i pour cereal
and cut fruit
and change diapers
and check my attitude
i melt butter
wipe crumbs
and i swear
a lot
i swear a lot
because i swear
a lot
because it’s morning
and i’m not me
i’m still a cloud
that wants to be
it’s these daily struggles
of daily duties
that send me to
a gloomy place
some days
and if i just woke up early
and had my coffee
in some kind of peace
i think the day
and my kids
and my heart
would smile quicker
and brighter
wider
and longer
and more
just more
more out of life
more out of me
a tall order
and mine to fill
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That is a beautiful poem. And so true. And I curse a lot, too, so I know how you feel.
There are days I get up at least 30 minutes earlier than necessary (which sometimes means 4:45!) just to drink my coffee, check my fave blogs, and respond to emails…If I don’t have a few minutes to myself, I am impossible.
It’s a tough balance (for me) trying to decide whether those last few minutes of sleep or some quiet awake time to pull it together are more important. Loved the poem!!
Great poem. I can so relate!
I love this poem. I just gave it a Top Marks award for poetry over on my website: http://diapersanddragons.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-its-little-stuff-that-gets-to.html
Wonderful – it all seems so familiar! But I always stay in bed, always. And sometimes I remember dreamily when I had just the first daughter and I could sometimes get up and have that morning me time. Now, the baby ALWAYS knows where I am.
Beautiful poem. I’m sure it will resonate with many of us moms! I long for a day when I can wake up and get up without untangling myself from a child…