Gary the Poet's Pen
My Day Started at Three
I think that this must be a parenting thing, for my day started at three
When I heard the sound of thunder that made my heart beat loudly,
There was a persistent knock on my door; I thought it was our child
Instead it was the Labrador retriever, who wanted to be reconciled.
The tiny house shook quite a bit with many bright flashes all around
Ray Ray jumped next to me whenever he heard the booming sound,
I was very surprised to find that our Isabella was blissfully unaware
She slept through the whole night without a worry or a hurry to care.
I never made it back to fully asleep, but sometimes felt a wet nose
I am between groggy and awake with an expression that truly shows,
I am blessed to have gotten a taste of what it must feel like to know
A newborn mother’s fatigue, struggling to sleep before tomorrow.
We had plans today to be out of doors and perhaps even take a swim
Until the storm subsides, our activities will be low key, staying within,
Whatever your day yields, I am happy to have been part of your journey
Come visit us someday and get a taste of the storms here in Missouri!
Written by Gary Cox 8/16/2019. To God be the Glory!