Thumbs Up Poem by John Carter Brown

She sticks her little thumb up
and I too stick up mine,
it is our little greeting,
with us a private sign
that now the morning greets us
the time has come to rise,
so onward to the kitchen,
and there there's no surprise;

the kettle's on, the cups are out
we're ready for a drink,
shaking off our sleepiness
with every single blink,
another day awaits us
just what's in store, who knows?
still, she sticks her little thumb up,
and waggles all her toes.

(Written Jan 2019)