It is seven a.m. time to get up
And get ready for school
A chilly winter morning, snow on the ground
But in my bed it is nice and warm
After the third warning of “You’ll be late if you don’t hurry”
I lazily climb out of bed and my feet hit the cold wood floors
I put my fuzzy slippers on and hurry to the bathroom
I quickly brush my teeth and throw cold water on my face (burr)
I go downstairs to the kitchen and as always my sister is waiting for me
“Hurry” she says “You are going to be late”
(I wonder how many times does she have to repeat herself)
I never say anything because she is my big sister
I sit down on my favourite chair at the kitchen table (it faces the big window)
My sister asks “Would like a bagel with cream cheese?”
Every school morning I have tea, but I am always really happy for the warm bagels
(Fresh out of the oven from the bakery around the corner)
That always starts my day off nicely when it is cold outside
I look around the kitchen of the house where I live
I see the tea cups and saucers and an old fashioned coffee grinder
Placed upon the shelves my dad built for my mom
I watch our cat sleeping in the chair next to me
Dreaming her cat dreams, and I think what a pretty cat
My sister says to me “Hurry up and eat or you are going to be late.”
She has broken my dreamy state I am in and now I eat
(But I am still daydreaming looking at the walls while I am eating)
I count the pretty patterns on the floral wallpaper in our kitchen
How the pattern repeats itself 2, 3, 2, and then 3
I noticed how the sun has come up in just a short while
And this kitchen is such a pretty place (nice and warm)
When I am awoken from my dreamy state
“Hurry up and finish or you are going to be late”
(I love my big sister, she is the best.)
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
what better than use a simplelanguage flowing, to describe childhood memories
ReplyDeleteAna thanks for stopping by and commenting.
ReplyDeletePamela
I like the refrain running throughout: Hurry up; you're going to be late. Coming from the mouth of a an older sibling to a child at the beginning of the day it made a crisp contrast to the image I constantly hear in my head from TS Eliot's "The Waste Land," where, in the second section the pub keeper urges people to finish their drinks and head home at the end of the night with the refrain, "Hurry up please it's time."
ReplyDeleteBirth to childhood to adulthood to death, it's all a hurry for fear of being late or missing something or interfering with the proper functions of business. Your older sister wasn't just getting your to school, she was training you for life.
Thanks for sharing the memory.
Paul thanks so much for the comment and taking your time to stop by. I cherished my big sister then and still do.
ReplyDeletePamela
nicely done Pam...at my age I have no time to be late...thanks again for sharing..cheers
ReplyDeleteWayne as usual you quick with your wit. I am glad you liked it.
ReplyDeleteCheers to you my friend!
Pamela
A sweet poem that says so much about life and the caretaking that goes with it. I enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Susan!
ReplyDeleteI love my big sister so much to this very day!
What a great job you have done using language to take us right back to a scene from your childhood. It seems like the adult consciousness is echoed in the "going to be late refrain."
ReplyDeleteThanks Erin. I wrote this with my memory of my mornings with my sister. She used to take care of me on school days. Because both of my parents worked and they left the house very early in the morning. I really enjoyed my mornings with her. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteThis is what big sisters are for. I have one--pretty bossy, too-love her to death. Thanks for reminding me of that. I also like the cat and cold floor. More memories right with you. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Allan. I cherish my sister always have and always will.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely memory, charmingly related. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMadeline,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment and thanks for stopping by.