She used to switch off the fan at 6:30 AM,
Waking me up from my deep post-dawn slumber.
She would say, “Wake up potpie, take the day upon you!”
All I took was more of the blanket to hide my frowning face.
Eventually, wake up I did. Took the day upon me? Maybe!
This morning the fan kept whirring past late AM,
And awake I was, awake I was from the moment I lay in bed.
This morning, I took the blanket again,
To hide the reddened eyes
and a youth wrinkled with wasted years.