Faith on the Run

I am so not a poet.  But this little number needed to be written down.

Mornings- time we can’t get back

Rubbing eyes,

                Crazy hair,

                                Squeaky little voices.

 

Mornings are

                a treasure

                                disguised in stressful choices.

 

It takes a blessing,

 and a prayer,

                to make a morning work.

 

School clothes,

                Cute hair,

                                Dad’s help – a perk.

 

Healthy breakfast,

                Warm coat,

                                Time to head to school.

 

Homework loaded,

                Kisses, hugs,

                                I hope my babies know they RULE!