You wake me up with warm kisses on
my forehead, easing me into the day.
And dry the rain left on my widows.
Streaks still stain the glass,
Though, I'm sure,you've done your best.
Pulling me out of bed, trusting me to do the rest.
I could sleep forever, if not for your persistence.
It does look nicer out,
I'll make waffles.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 3:42 AM UTC