Another Sunday Morning

I awake to the stare of the imp

knees underneath him, on the back of my couch

widening smile he has, when my eyes do open

 a bowl appears before my face

 with the booming word

"C E /R E /A L"

 

As I rise my eyes

do see out the window

snow being blown

to and fro

leaving a white,  beautiful,  wintry scene

 

The cries announce the princess

has arrived back from dream land

Per usual, wanting to be held

Rocking the whiny, sleepy future queen

I smile at this wonderful dream

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

magikal~ enchanting~ this is the world ~ the pure world I too share in my grandson's company~I rejoice for such innocence~ such beauty~