Wake-Up Call
"It's time for you to go." says his voice in my ear
as the alarm clock by the bed begins to shout,
Spewing forth it's annoyance at being woken so early,
promising traffic jams, cold coffee, long hours
behind a desk, and scant hours to relax,
A pitiful existence, working to live, living to work,
long droll days, spent earning money, no time to spend
on myself or with him, there is nothing but work.
I roll over and he takes me in his arms,
His lips on my forehead are all I need,
assuring me that no matter what may happen,
when the day is done, he will be waiting
for me, to take me away from the worries and stress
make me forget I'll have to repeat it all tomorrow.
Slowly I roll out of bed and get ready for the day.