Sleepy eyes open, <br />grin. <br />Angel face asleep on the pink pillow <br />beside her head. <br /> <br />She puts her feet on the floor, <br />'oh, what a mess this room has become, ' <br />and drudges toward the bathroom, <br />'ow, ow, ow... my feet hurt worse than before.' <br />She looks at her sleepy face in the mirror, <br />charcoal eyes from yesterday's mascara, <br />'ooh, that's hot. Heh.' <br />She is not as young as she once was. <br />Her age speaks youth, <br />but life has worn her smile. <br />Adolescent oily face, <br />pimple on her chin. <br />'This is ridiculous, I'm too old for pimples.' <br /> <br />She splashes water on her face <br />and brushes her teeth. <br />Back into the bedroom, <br />heaps of dirty laundry, <br />'I have nothing to wear. Ugh. Nothing to wear! ' <br />Khaki pants on the floor, <br />missing the top button, <br />but less wrinkled than her black slacks. <br />She pulls on a tank top and a shrug. <br />'Yeah, cute enough.' <br /> <br />Angel still asleep on her bed, <br />'what will she wear today? <br />I've GOT to do laundry. <br />I'll do it all today.' <br />She's been saying that every day <br />for a week, maybe two. <br /> <br />She finds a clean pink shirt, <br />and orange and pink plaid shorts. <br />She's a pro, <br />daughter dressed while still asleep. <br />'Wake up, my little angel.' <br />Sleepy eyes open, <br />grin. <br />Her clothes match today, <br />down to her pink socks, <br />but she's chosen to wear her <br />velcro shoes, green camo. <br /> <br />She smiles at her angel <br />in her pink outfit and green camo shoes. <br />She is her mother's daughter. <br /> <br />Phone? Check. <br />Purse? Check. <br />Keys? Check. <br />And out the door <br />to another day <br />same as the one before. <br />Only today, <br />her pants aren't quite as wrinkled <br />and her angel's shoes don't match.<br /><br />Jessica Kelly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/single-mother-morning/
