A blank wall the ugly color of dust <br />Two drain pipes covered in pigeon droppings and rust <br />I roll down the shutters to keep Friday morning out <br />The humid air, the children who swear and the parents that shout. <br />Newspapers, a cigarette and a huge coffee cup <br />Heart pouring to Kika, waiting for my children to wake up. <br />Remembering the years when they came to my bed at dawn <br />Droopy eyes and toothless mouths open wide in a sweet breathed yawn. <br />They have grown up and I have aged. <br />The boys actually drive and the girl is engaged. <br />I tell the parrot it’s been a wonderful trip. <br />I pick up my coffee and take another sip.<br /><br />Ghada Shahbender<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friday-morning-2/
