Brushing sleep away, the start of another day calls
rolling to my side,
cat displaced from my middle-
slightly perturbed but for knowing movement means a meal
I greet my Blackberry
squinting in the morning darkness
checking my e-mail and wondering what I seek in the glowing light
Sitting up, reaching for glasses
greeted by three quadrupeds who mean business-
hubby still sleeps,
I peek in on daughter, creeping open her door
overstepping clothes that are strewn on the floor
I stare at her sleeping face and see a baby still...
stumbling down the hall, two cats dodge my feet, as if I have forgotten them
bathroom visit like comedy show
with three animals competing for my attention
I am captive on a porcelain throne
amused at their affection
and lack of discretion
Glancing through the window, birds at the feeder demand their share
three bowls of food served,
I pad outside to fill the bird-feeders
Returning, seeking my favorite mug
and hoping that after providing for these little ones
He himself will provide meat
After all of this morning busy-ness
awaiting my portion...
Feed me, Lord.
So the woman went her way and ate, and her face was no longer sad.
1 Samuel 1:18
* I happened to read this verse this morning and the words just clung to my heart!
It is National Poetry Month and I am feeling poetic!