Weekend Morns

The light peeps through a crack in the curtain

Soft grey to bight sunlight

The birds increase in pace and chorus

The traffic gently builds

A weekend morning, restful peaceful

Reading novels in my bed

And then comes the sound of padding feet

And an extra lump on the bed.

“Can I”

“No go read a book”

“But I don’t want too”

A minutes respite

Then yet again

Another variation.

The morning of such restfulness

Is now more energetic

As to distract a teched out child

Tackles and tickles do evolve

And before you know it

Another joins in

Family time has begun.