6 A.M.

6 a.m. gets me out of bed. 

The hum of a new day rushing through my veins, 

exciting me to my core, 

that gets me out of bed. 


7:30 a.m. My mother's soft laughter

and my father's tender hugs, 

these get me out of bed. 


8:00 a.m. A fresh college campus, 

The promise of new adventures, 

The smell of textbooks layered in years of touch, 

This gets me out of bed. 


9:00 a.m. The warmth of the sunshine flooding the bedroom floor, 

my love greeting me at the breakfast table, 

this gets me out of bed. 


5:00 a.m. The crying of my newborn baby girl at the sight of dawn, 

her bubbling sounds coming up from my chest

where she lay, 

this gets me out of bed. 


10:00 a.m. The smell of new roses in the garden outside of my window, 

my husband snoring lazily behind me, 

This gets me out of our bed. 


7:00 a.m. Fresh coffee and reminiscence

of my wonderfully fulfilled life, 

this gets me out of bed. 

This poem is about: 
My family


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