THE NEW BLACK

Late Nights are no longer.
But weeeee MORNINGS really ARE.

Ode to weeee ~~~early mornings

Ahem.

Good Morning wee early mornings.

It’s ME!  

I know – It’s been sometime.

I’m glad to be reacquainted, I'm confident we’ll get on.

Already you feel like a chum
Do you mind if I call you that for short? Chum?

OOPS – This is supposed to be an ODE!

eek!

Okay...hang on.

(clears throat) aheM…

ODE TO WEE EARLY MORNINGS

Dearest morning ~ you are the wind beneath my….

Oh never mind.

You’re so right – I’m jumpin’ the gun.

We haven’t even bathed together yet,

Or walked,

Or caressed.

Well shucks, we’ve hardly even spoken.

Or not spoken
Or laughed

Okay, well we HAVE chuckled…

And we’ve definitely smiled,

But no, we haven’t laughed - not reAllY loud.

BUT WE HAVE BEFORE – remember?

And we will again – I’M SURE!

But you’ll probably tell me I’m TOO LOUD,

And then I’ll get embarrassed because I didn’t even realize.

And then I’ll try and be really good and do things that wee early morning people do.

And then you’ll say...

"I like you just the way you are"

And gently remind me that the only reason you said, “be more quiet” is because

THE NIGHT PEOPLE ARE JUST NOW FALLING ASLEEP.

Then I’ll say,

“Oh yeah, I can totally relate.”

I’m glad I’m not a night person anymore

But I might be jumpn’ the gun a tad – - -