Another Blue Morning



The sunlight hits my eyes
Just before the alarm rings;
As I see the blank screen
On my computer,
I can tell that once again,
It’s another blue morning.

I shag my self downstairs
And flip on the bathroom lights;
Watching the water spill
Into a sink full of turquoise toothpaste,
I see that courtesy of my kids,
It’s another blue morning.

Once my scrub-a-dub’s done,
I wake up my sweetie pie
With hugs and kisses;
The puppy wants some loving, too,
So he washes my face
With a tongue that reminds me that
It’s another blue morning.

Out the door I go
After connecting with the boys;
It’s the same ol’, same ol’
From the house to the job,
But I gaze into the morning sky
And smile because
It’s another blue morning of blessings.

© 2005 by Robert E. Blackwell