Lots of noises to appreciate waking up to.
A baby's shrill laughter, pure and sweet.
A mother's sweet voice, soft and stern.
A bird's louds chirp, beautiful and neat.
When I wake up in the morning I ask myself a question.
Just a small habit I learned.
"Why am I getting up this morning? What am I getting out of bed for?"
But, I am greeted by silence, each morning I wake.
YOU ARE READING
'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
