Some mornings i'm squished into one spot by little people on either side
Their arms and legs all jabbing me in my eyesockets and back.
Some mornings the sunshine pours through the window
And melts on the surface of their skin
Shimmers in their eyes
Dances in their laughter.
I try and keep my eyes closed for as long as i can knowing that there is no place to be today
no reason to rise to the sound of an alarm
He wraps his arms around my neck Giggles when i return the hug
She wrinkles her nose when i kiss her, grins.
This morning the middle child wakes - on the other side of the furry dad mountain.
He is woken by the sound of his own laughter - a dream joke.
Their father snores away squeezing every last minute of sleep he can- opens a lazy eye and smiles.
'You're disturbing my sleep-in morning.' I announce
as i pick up the camera to record the miracle of another day.
Love when books i forgot i had ordered - arrive in the mail!
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