Wake, wake
to the scent of flavor
baking and french toast
on a platter of butter
and Sunday mornings.
Wake, wake
to sleepy kisses and
bed ridden movies
replayed on network
television followed
by mid day naps.
Wake, wake
to her face every
time, her slight
breathing soothes you
back into her embrace,
not wanting to sleep;
not wanting for her to wake,
to stay this precious.
Wake, wake
to her smile every day,
the only way to spend
everyday.
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