Morning Still?

The chill within air so crisp and scents of morning dew the light of dawn is but a wisp of gold streaked with pink hues. My eyes are heavy, sleepy still the house is silent yet at kitchen sink from window sill I peer into dawn's silhouette. The scent of brewing coffee seeps into my every sense the birds disturb the dreams in sleep under such cheerful pretense. Hot coffee steam beneath my nose as I wake each little child receiving mean looks as they doze back into their dreams beguiled. The bathroom groans from over use and the fridge is calling quits from every corner comes a new excuse for each unperky morning person's fit! "He squeezed out all my hair gel!" "I can't find my shoes!" "Gimme my brush before I tell!" "Shh! I can't hear the news!" "I want Cheerios!" "I want pancakes!" "I want Circus O's!" "Agree for goodness sakes!" "He's in my seat!" "She took my spoon!" "Where's the Shredded Wheat?" "Can you pick me up at noon?" So peaceful and so still standing at the windows sill wheels rolling over the hill the sound of rescue trills. "Outta here! Get on the bus!" A line of moping faces... "Shh... hear that? No more fuss their off to wake up other places!" "Ahhh, the morning, such a thrill no voice clanging in my head to fill my brain with pain against my will... not one...none, nada, nil..." Well, it was a sweet dream just until... the chase of toddler-hood ensues again, "Momma! Momma! Me here still!" begins the hours of seek and destroy then! Second breakfast...smeared and tossed one more bath and then a race racing after with the pants he "lost" a wrestling match to keep him in one place. Sweetest giggles on the air, of brimming toddler joy! Though Beetlejuice inspired his hair I'm not up to the task of brushing that boy! Trucks and cars and boats and trains Duplo blocks stacked in a wagon a moment of semi-silence comes again and into caffeine dreams I go again!