Morning

As I awake to the sounds of daybreak,

still comfy in the warmth of sleep.

Stirring gently, motivation rumbles,

to the smell of fresh coffee and

the automated tone of a clock's beep

The harmonious chirps of the morning surrounding

the music of birds drift inside a sluggish head

Saying get-up, get-moving, get-out of that awful bed

So I wander with cup in hand

through the glass door, to the porch

And gaze at the Mockingbird, sitting atop

the streetlight, still burning as a torch

Listening to the song he sings as the sun peaks through behind me,

changing colors from darkness into day

The quiet stillness starts to crumble

as people hurry along their way

I stand thinking to myself again life

continues and in my world all seems well

Sun rays burn the morning dampness

as I ponder to notice everything is swell

The glory of the Morning, slowly passes

as I pour more coffee into my cup

I hear my family stirring, as my son say's

"Hi Dad, What's Up"

I say a silent prayer, thanking God

for all that I have been shown,

praising the morning's of my life,

thankful all my kids are almost grown

Which allows me to feel the

blessings of early mornings,

the joy of birds at play

The chance to once again

just have my coffee,

and smile upon the day

Dabblez

©25 May 00