Michael Bergman

Maria Sleeps

Maria sits upon her bed, perched;
Outside the snow-covered sparrows chirp;
Nestled in blankets, the night slowly pass,
As snow falls behind frost-infused glass.

A haze of pancakes and eggs seep;
Maria springs from her warm-induced sheets;
Downstairs, “good morning, dad and mom, ”
As dawn clears of night’s bitter throng.

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