A
father wakes up
before
everybody else
and
sets the world whistling.
Except
on Saturday,
when
he's supposed to get to sleep in,
but
you jump on his belly
and
pry his eyes open
to
watch cartoons with you.
He
doesn't mind, though,
because
you're his.
©
2015 Jennifer Wagner
For
my daddy.
Dad,
remember Oreos and milk for breakfast with Saturday morning cartoons?
I do. Good times. :)
And
for Poets United: The Poetry Pantry