My Time
I woke up this morning
half past five
Desiring a workout
to feel alive
My husband beside me
hand on my chest
I want to roll out
I need some rest
This is my time.
The sun barely peaked
when I hear my child calling
Mommieeeee! - he shrieked
So out of my bed I arose
It’s a bad dream, I suppose
I stand at the door
My face now shown sour
I turn on the light
send him off to the shower
Taking off the sheets
my back is stiff
I am tired now
completely miffed
I want to scream
I want to cry
I should have risen at a quarter past five
© 7/1/2010 Anyek Noillag NosnhoJ