Time to get up
Sun starting to shine
Birds chirping their morning rhyme
Smell of coffee ready to kick in
Wake up now
Grandma's waiting
Every morning
Same routine
Make your bed
Your pillow and blanket
Don't let grandma do it instead
Or profanities will be serve
It's not like you're not used to it
Any emotions
Grandma's curses perfectly fit
Breakfast at the table
Bread and coffee's still hot
Hurry up
This is us every morning
Time to get up
Sun starting to shine
Birds chirping their mourning rhyme
Smell of coffee ready to kick in
Wake up now
Grandma I'm waiting
Every morning
Same routine
Make the bed
Your pillow no blanket
Seems you're all set
No profanities to be serve
I'm not used to it
Sad emotions
Grandma's bed is with lid
Breakfast at the table
Bread and coffee's still hot
Wake up
This is us mourning
I don't want to get up
Sun doesn't shine
No more songs to rhyme
Smell of regret ready to kick in
Is it my own wake now
Grandma I'm still waiting
Every morning
Slowly rotting
I can't make up the bed
My pillow and blanket
Grandma can you do it instead
The profanities that you served
I'm used in using it
No emotion
Grandma, my curses perfectly fit
No one's at the table
Molds in bread and coffee's cold
Can't get up
I'm still mourning
When will be the time
That you will say the rhyme
"Close your eyes now
Grandma's waiting"
YOU ARE READING
Flowing words
PoetryThe words flow through her mind But never in her mouth Fighting to be burst out loud Until it's forgotten and never to be found
