An Unopened Book
Blonde Haired Boy
He wakes up in the morning,
blinking makes sure,
that the sun is up.
Thinking Dad too
should be awake.
It takes a minute,
Slowly I wake up.
I turn on cartoons,
they keep him company while.
I get him a drink,
run him a bath.
I turn on my music,
the sound track of the day.
So the day begins.
How great it is,
to be woken up by,
my excited, beautiful,
blonde haired boy.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright© 2012 D. Cody Herring
blinking makes sure,
that the sun is up.
Thinking Dad too
should be awake.
It takes a minute,
Slowly I wake up.
I turn on cartoons,
they keep him company while.
I get him a drink,
run him a bath.
I turn on my music,
the sound track of the day.
So the day begins.
How great it is,
to be woken up by,
my excited, beautiful,
blonde haired boy.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright© 2012 D. Cody Herring
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