An Early Morn

Early Sunday morning in silence open door There is a trail of paper on the floor and track This will be my day of rest won't worry of floor In this silence, listen any sounds brain to rack The sound of snoring coming from husband whose care Has been mine for weeks now; sounds of sleep talking by Him, the constant ringing in mine ears, warm flow air Forced by the heat pump, writing now lone skillfully Somehow remove all unpleasant thoughts_ and clear My cluddered brain reaching to this wonderful task The cup of coffee speaks_drink; globe just ask Where would you like to go today?_ just stay here No I shall not look at dirty floor and get mop The refrigerator quietly sings (please) don't stop