Oh! My Mornings!

The brutal rays of the sun, tardily burning the skin! Through the window pane, It pierces the silence within! The eyelids are heavy, There's no control, As stiff as a log, dead as a soul! Ten in the morning, Tiredness grows! Peeling from inside, slowly expose! Why does day break? This is a big mistake! …

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A Fathers Word

Those little hands, Those fragile feet, Nothing he understands, So little, so sweet!Oh! So innocent! No impurity has touched, A smile so magnificent, My finger, he clutched! Was there something he wanted to say? He beat his tiny hands and legs, Did he want to start to play? Was he ready to make some friends? …