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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.