Some days
the hours I spend asleep
wait for me to catch up,
sunlight tapping impatience
against the bedroom window
as I spin a long list of to do’s
that won’t happen.
Some mornings need
clamors around my knees,
tripping if I don’t look down,
toddlers that want now
and can’t wait for sleep to leave my eyes
to make them burnt bacon
and underdone eggs.
Some days need
a reset switch like this one,
but we don’t get to spin the planet
in reverse rotation to time the turn
to our wants.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
If we all ran one way at once, it should be at least a worthy effort
Yes! I was thinking more of Superman there.
timing is indeed everything
Thanks, Paul. It is.
I agree with this poem… can’t help but wish I had a remote to turn back time though…
hahaha–me too!
🙂
“Some mornings need clamors around the knees” Darn few of them in my opinion. I’m glad to have big boys who sleep in and those silence early hours of refuge.
Hee, hee. Here I was actually referring to my cats, dog, and 105 E-mail messages, which I treated like toddlers here 😉
Oh. Whew. I thought you meant that size of child that requires constant following to keep them alive.;-)
Oh I understand this. Lovely truth poetically written.
Thank you!
If only we could at least arrest its progression, if only to allow our adjustment.
That would be so nice.