It Was One of Those Mornings
It Was One of Those Mornings
The Worst
We have no eggs left, the milk has gone sour.
Sudden storm and now we lost all power.
My front tire looks flat
And where is the cat?
Set the clocks back so I redo this hour.
The Best
There is commotion and laughter outside.
Dreams unfinished-this now must subside.
I yank on the door,
The ones I adore.
Just for you, Daddy! I have tears to hide.
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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