The morning madness comes to a still
The cup of tea no longer left half
The newspaper can now feel my fingers
No one needs to panic on my behalf.
Years and years of the same routine,
The unbelievably early alarms
The rushed tread of the sleepy feet
The heavy bags on both my arms
The anxiety of always being on time
Forever 'hurry up' on my mind
The perpetuity of the irritation gene
Mental list of things left behind.....
The morning madness comes to a still.
I am sitting with my cup of tea,
I breathe out a blessing and then some more
For giving me a chance to be just me....
