5.30 is too early in the morning
Eyes still blurry, mouth still yawning.
It's not my choice to get up so soon,
If I had my way I'd sleep til noon.
It doesn't matter how much sleep I've had
It's always too early, even just a tad.
But deep down in my heart I am so glad.
Because my alarm is a beautiful sound -
The best and nosiest alarm around.
I get woken up by my little girl shouting 'hair'
So I get to show from the get go I care.
Then my older girl awakes
And the dawn of a new day breaks.
Encased from all around and up above,
My world becomes shrouded in love.
Photo and Poem by
