Here’s a quickie

Blundering into Sunday and wondering
why so early?

And yet life is ablaze with the
light of these days
so I rise.

There’s sleep in my eyes
I should have left that in bed
but I never,
washing my face instead does the trick.

Picking out socks thinking how
my life rocks,
if Mother could see me now.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.