031710a Lights Up My Morning Poem by Manonton Dalan

every waking morning she's there
so quiet by the corner of the room
never ask any favor nor question
i can't tell if she is sad or happy
probably just enjoying seeing me
move around quick in ritualistic

i never miss to give her a touch
he has grown a part of my life
when her hair is a little bit long
i give her shower and a nice cut
jubilant could be a right word
robust, she gives me flowers

tiny pink size of my front teeth
few of 'em arrange in patterns
clinging to her limbs like lanterns
after i turn on light that's what i see
she makes my morning especial
even though she can't kiss me