November 1, 2013

Give Us This Day

The muffled cries of my baby
Awaken me from
Fitful slumber

And the stage is set.
Day does not wait
Until I'm ready for it.

Three year old girl
Needs milk and kisses.
Whines while waiting.

As the fog lifts on my brain
Dreams linger like dew
In the morning chill.

Icy kitchen tiles
Shock my toes
While my husband
Makes the coffee.

Children hushed
With gulps of milk.
Relish the momentary silence.

Mind and hands
Move with etched memory
While I move my spirit
To give thanks to God
For daily bread.

1 comment:

  1. I like this snapshot of your life. :) It kind of reminds me of stream of consciousness poetry.