Morning
I am never so amazed
As when I wake up
And find her standing there
In purple pony pajamas
Rubbing sleepy eyes asking
To crawl under the warm covers
And then her tiny arms grasp me
With such gentle unbearableness
Yet, somehow, I shed not a tear.
I am never so surprised
When her tiny voice asks me
With the sincerity of eons
Why don't I like coloring with crayons
When the joy of it seems so obvious
That not to partake of it seems sacrilege
And I sit down to color a dragon
And I understand the truth of it.
I am never so sad
As when for reasons unknown
A cartoon we both like gets missed
And they air some stupid infomercial instead
For a product that has naught the value
That her laughter and mine intermingled would bring
If we'd watched what we wanted to all along
Instead of some slick cable nobody salesman.
I am never so joyful
As when the sun arises again
After a particularly bad night of broken glass promises
Have been slept on as best as I could
And still I awaken to the sound of the dogs
In their excitement whimpering joyfully
As she hugs them all on the way in
To kiss me awake to begin a new day.
