The morning sun

Forces his rays through fluttering lids. 

Trying to squint against

The intrusion. 

Mommy,  breakfast 

Mommy, I need

What are you doing today?

Do you mind getting this,  Dear?

Traffic crushing the soul

Exhaust filling the lungs. 

We’re hungry? 

I’m bored? 

Why do we need to go there? 

What’s for dinner? 

Can I go on the computer? 

When is dinner? 

Hello, dear

How was your day? 

Busy, I’m tired. 

Weary in the bones. 

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