My Morning Routine

The sun rose again today Morning birds sang their song The newspaper I still get Was waiting on my lawn The early morning dog walkers Were giving Fido his exercise My son yawned and stretched in bed Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes The smell of my wife’s coffee Tickled the inside of my nose She swept all the bread crumbs Off her newly ironed clothes She gave a faux kiss, Goodbye As she rushed on out the door Our lips hardly ever touch Like once they did before My son dawdles upstairs Time for me to begin the morning fuss That continues from this moment Until he runs to catch the bus Still in my gym shorts and tee shirt I sit at my office desk at home Before I start my real job Think I’ll write a little poem