Good Morning

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Good morning.
I bet you thought you'd catch me snoring?
I had to get up early with the sunrise today.
To show another side of me...
You had not seen me display my way!

Good morning.
I wont hear you say today I'm boring.
I wanted to see a surprise look in your eyes.
But you're giving me shock...
As if I am in some kind of disguise!
It's me!
No need to look for an exit to flee!
And I've prepare for you breakfast, toast...
With your choice of coffee or tea!
Scrambled eggs just the way you like them too.
But baby don't look at me...
As if I'm trying to poison you!

Good morning!
I am glad to show an appreciation,
For you that's finally dawning!
Good morning!

Baby, I'm okay!
Sweetheart get off your knees like that...
There's no reason for you to take this time to pray!
Unless you're feeling blessed,
In the same way I discovered myself today?

Good morning!
And I'm going to do...
All those things I promised I would for you!
Good morning.
Yes, it is me!
The 'me' you thought I forgot you knew!

Comments about Good Morning

Good Morning back at you though it's now afternoon. Pray tell dear Lawrence where was this sunrise? ? ? ? for over the mountain from you, just a few miles, it's dreary, dark and humid....Dang those eggs sound good to me. Wonderful poem here. ~~mm.~~ :)
I hope you keep that promise Lawrence, we ladies don't like being messed around! I love that last line, one of those lines that you have to read twice or three times to get the gist in the correct way. Very nice poem indeed, enjoyed the read lots. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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