Awakening [3] Poem by Gert Strydom

When I bring you fried eggs, tomato and toast
you wait upright in bed,
look at me with big eyes
and your face is full of innocence like that of a child

and it's as if you have not really waked up,
as if you are still a bit confused by sleep
and you open and close your eyes as if the light is too bright,
as if somewhat blinded you are trying to see

while I put the tray down,
before you give me a soft kiss
draw me nearer into an embrace
and I do smell your fragrance like soft rain

while outside the two dogs are waiting
for their pieces of toasted bread.