Dawn and After

a delayed aubade

One of the first things I loved

    were the stories you told

    to postpone the day,

mischief gleaming, you watched for my compliance.

As if I'd choose reason over relation.

Maturing could wait until we rose together. Maybe after noon.

zzzzzzzzzzz

Entropy waits for no man.

I begin to wake up and smell the coffee

    you started drinking

    as a rebuke to me.

Maybe there's no accusation in your alertness.

There's no reason to get up to see.

I roll over and stroke the infinitely loyal dog.

zzzzzzzzzzz

Now before I'm fully awake

    the daughter bounds

    onto the cold rumples on your side;

mischievous, she burrows to hold me in place.

Reasonable mothers kickstart the day; I have no heart for it.

All I know about indulgence is we grow out of it too quickly.

Reviews

[Sandr]

Beautiful writing! I love the end where it says "All I know about indulgence is we grow out of it too quickly."

[VAinMD]

Thank you for reading it -- my first try. I trimmed it a little, but I suspect it needs more than that. I'm really grateful to have your response!
(And totally glad to hear from someone who doesn't "admire me so much I live in Croatia let me send you picture.)

[Sandr]

Your welcome, and I'll look forward to seeing the picture :)