In the morning, I will let out my trusting dog.
He will grin in devotion walking out the door.
Then I will let him in and feed him.

In the morning, I will see the children off to school.
They will kiss my cheek.
They will thank me for the cookies.

In the morning, I will bid my husband farewell.
He will rush out with his coffee.
I will wave to him as he gets into his car.

In the morning, I will call an old friend.
We will talk about our families.
We will laugh about our lives and wonder.

In the morning, I will play a melody on the piano.
The cat will sit in my lap and purr.
He will chase a mouse into the basement.

In the morning, I will brew some tea.
I will sit upon my patio and watch the robins.
They will tug worms from the rain sodden grass.

In the morning, I will do the breakfast dishes.
I will make the children’s beds.
I will put away their wayward toys.

In the morning, I will walk to the café.
I will stop to smell the roses.
I will chat with the baker and pet her dog.

In the morning, a car skipped the curb.
A drunkard has taken away so many things.
I will never again do and see so much,

in the morning.