Cassandra At Three by Nancy Ness
The break of dawn invades my pane;
The morning sun's my bane.
One eye peeks out;
The other shouts,
"To sleep - We both must feign! "
Just as I doze, I feel a shake -
"Oh, Mommy, Mommy, I'm awake! "
I hear her call my name . . .
Too early for this game,
For I must sleep for goodNess sake.
Upon my bed she jumps with glee,
For after all, she's only three;
But this Mom needs more rest
Before the next day's test.
"Mommy, Mommy, play with me! "
I pull the covers overhead -
I settle deeper in my bed,
And say, "I'm sorry, Dear,
. . . There is NO Mommy here".
I close my weary eyes instead.
When I peek out, her face I see,
And sounding grown she says to me,
"Would you look at yourself?
. . . You ARE Mommy! "
I had to grin from ear to ear
And face today with newfound cheer.
The morning sun's my bane.
One eye peeks out;
The other shouts,
"To sleep - We both must feign! "
Just as I doze, I feel a shake -
"Oh, Mommy, Mommy, I'm awake! "
I hear her call my name . . .
Too early for this game,
For I must sleep for goodNess sake.
Upon my bed she jumps with glee,
For after all, she's only three;
But this Mom needs more rest
Before the next day's test.
"Mommy, Mommy, play with me! "
I pull the covers overhead -
I settle deeper in my bed,
And say, "I'm sorry, Dear,
. . . There is NO Mommy here".
I close my weary eyes instead.
When I peek out, her face I see,
And sounding grown she says to me,
"Would you look at yourself?
. . . You ARE Mommy! "
I had to grin from ear to ear
And face today with newfound cheer.
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Rating: A |
I've always been a morning person. "Up and at 'em", as they say. My daughter, Stacie, is quite the opposite. She spent many a late night keeping me awake when she was a child. Now, it's her turn. Her little Cassandra has an agenda of her own. So, in loving revenge, I dedicate this to you, Stacie . . .
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I really liked it. Being a mother myself I felt it was a nice reflection of what being a mother really is. Thanks it reached my heart. - Nora |
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Great job! I can relate completley This poem is my Saturday mornings for sure. It make me laugh and think of my children. - Corrinna |
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I hope to hear from you agen love your poems so write mor to put in so I could read GOOD JOB keep writing. - cassandra |
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IT'S POEMS LIKE THESE THAT JUST MAKE THOSE DREARY DAYS SHINE A LITTLE BRIGHTER. IT MADE ME LAUGH AND THINK OF MY LITTLE ONES. KEEP UP THE GOOD POEMS, YOUR A GIFTED TALENT. - RACHEL |
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I think the poem was great. - carol |
