11 13 Lilac Lane

A poem written while reminiscing about my childhood-waking up and hoping for a snow day.

Sheer cold rushes in,

I wrap my blanket tighter round,

Mother starts yelling,

At me to get dressed right now,

I’m awake…I’m awake…I mumble in reply,

Winds rap on the windows from outside, 

Eyes peeping out from,

Underneath my dream state sheath,

Is Mother really gone?

No, she’s still outside waiting for me,

I’m awake…I’m awake!..I assure her thoughts,

Snowplows blaring as they grumble in the parking lot,

 Feet unsure, toes touch floor,

I shiver slightly, teeth chatter in response,

Mother’s scolding by the door,

Lectures from her feel more like taunts,

I’m awake!...I’m awake!...I combat decibels,

Sounds of morning shifters dragging shovels,

 Buttoned coats and gloved hands,

Schoolbags stuffed with books I’ve never read,

Fixing up my cobalt blue snow pants,

Mother’s already by the front door, I miss my bed,

I’M AWAKE!..I’M AWAKE!..I rush out, my boots sink in the snow,

I see the yellow bus from a distance, it’s time for school, I know...

  I'M AWAKE!

Reviews

[CecilA]

I like it. In fact, I lived it.

Great read. Thanks for sharing it with us.

I look forward to your next poem.

Sincerely,

Cecil A

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of my youth..high school days.
i would be half asleep, hearing my mother yell upstairs for me...and i would yell back " i'm awake"---
it happened routinely, and then one day i was in class and nodded off...and in that nodded off stage, heard her calling, and in the middle of class, came to yelling out "i'm awake"--

provided quite a laugh for the class...and you provided some real nostalgia for me.