Nicole Pearson

My Family Is The Morning

Dad is the moon. He wakes up early and leaves for work (then he comes back in the evening)
Mom is the sun that is bright and full of energy that last till dusk (that's when it sort of runs out) . She watches over you and lights the path through your day.
Josh, my older brother, is the cup of coffee that wakes you up. He is also the caffeine in the coffee— wild and goofy.
Sam, my younger brother, is the sweet morning dew. Which of course usually doesn't last too long.
Paul, my youngest brother, is the chirping birds (or the early bird)
always cheerful and busy. He is the second one up and usually wakes
everyone else up by his 'chirping'.
Gracie, the beagle, is the light breeze. She's always there, but very quiet. She let's you know she's there, but is patient.
I am the newly opened flowers. I wake up only when the sun is fully out.
(that is when mom tells me to get up… NOW!)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 27, 2012
Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 28, 2012

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