by Lynda McKinney Lambert
Saturday, July 29, 2023
NEW – Just Published Today!
Published Today in The Weekly Avocet # 556.
Editor: Charles Portolano
Morning begins with a snort.
My canine alarm clocks
trot up the white carpet stairway.
I hear muffled steps.
Miss Mitchell and Miss Dixie Tulip
pause at the landing
give me the signal.
I am awake instantly.
I’ve had a lifetime of practice
waking up before dawn
to meet the needs of others.
Like a good Mother, I hear
a soft cry, tentative snort, muffled
cough, or explosive sneeze.
I need just a little sound of distress
to go into action.
For the felines in the family,
I respond to quiet
gestures, sudden movements.
I no longer bring crying babies
comfort on my lap
while village resident’s slumber.
Mornings are still lively now.
I am outside walking my dog’s day or night.
My dogs and cats demand an early morning breakfast at 5 a.m.
I wait for them all to finish eating.
I will wash the six dirty red bowls.
It’s always a furry morning wake-up surprise.
I write about life as I experience it.
During National Poetry Month, on April 3, 2023, I wrote this poem. Here, you have an inside view of how a particular morning looked that day at my home.
© Lynda McKinney Lambert. April 3, 2023. Lynda McKinney Lambert. All Rights Reserved.
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