It’s the End of sleep for another night
I hug the covers oh, so tight
My Mother’s annoying wake up call
bounces off my bedroom wall
“Good Morning to you…
Good Morning to you….
Time to get U–UP
you have things to do!”
I love sleeping in
is that such a “sin”?
Just five minutes more?
Then my feet hit the floor
I still remember Mom ‘s wake up call
a singing alarm from down the hall
she left this earth in twenty-eleven
no doubt she’s singing now in heaven
I’m left with memories …good and bad
But I’m awake now…and I’m so glad