matriarch
Rotund retiree
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Conscious- barely,
fragments of sleep
clinging hopefully to my brain
Distantly I register sounds of life,
muted and calming,
aiding or preventing
my complete alertness;
now complemented
by the singing of the kettle
the gentle metallic rhythm of a spoon;
Subtle aromas drifting into my partial awareness,
A sigh of pleasure
The first sign of growing clarity.
The first taste
of the nectar that greets each day
Swirls into action,
Rejuvenating,
Awakening;
Sleepy stupor clings tenaciously,
stubbornly,
fighting the burgeoning alertness
The second, third, fourth tastes
all weaken sleep’s hold,
release the brain from the grip of stubborn slumber
opens the eyes,
straightens the spine.
Oh, Lady Grey,
Sweet, gentle woman,
How could my day begin
Than through your waking.
Mat
fragments of sleep
clinging hopefully to my brain
Distantly I register sounds of life,
muted and calming,
aiding or preventing
my complete alertness;
now complemented
by the singing of the kettle
the gentle metallic rhythm of a spoon;
Subtle aromas drifting into my partial awareness,
A sigh of pleasure
The first sign of growing clarity.
The first taste
of the nectar that greets each day
Swirls into action,
Rejuvenating,
Awakening;
Sleepy stupor clings tenaciously,
stubbornly,
fighting the burgeoning alertness
The second, third, fourth tastes
all weaken sleep’s hold,
release the brain from the grip of stubborn slumber
opens the eyes,
straightens the spine.
Oh, Lady Grey,
Sweet, gentle woman,
How could my day begin
Than through your waking.
Mat
