Morning woes

Morning woes

 

My wake up calls

always prompting an angry response

for having broken into their innocent dreams

The complaints of the water’s coldness,

the imagined leg and tummy aches

Hostility towards the glass of warm milk

for it signals the approaching hour

The push and pull to get into stipulated uniforms

and then a hug and a kiss

they are gone…

As the door shuts,I turn to see

two little pairs of slippers

abandoned on the living room floor

Two tiny pairs that remind me

throughout the day

They never want to leave

I am the one who pushed them away.

-Reena