You wake me up, one morning, by kissing my chin. We will get you today, you say, be thick or thin. Momentarily I am alarmed, and I say, I’ll be lion or moose and be found in no way. With a smile on my face a good shower I take. Force of gravity hits me, and my plan I make. For the sake of the heyday, I dress a bit up. And attending you, I ask, where’s my of tea cup? Are you wit or anxiety, glorious asks. I am neither, I say, I am doing my tasks. As I sit by the table, the loveliness say, do you seat? Yes, I tell her, I do either way. As an egg by the beauty is placed by my plate, She asks, say what was first. Which of two is your gate? I smile to her and say, what is sure is that thing to begin with was for a sound being to bring. And the fine smiles and asks me, what now is to see? Are you satisfied or ready now to go free? I say, I am life given. I cherish what is. And the being of you to love dearly is this.
