Papa's deep, soft story
and mother's piano lullaby lull me.
But Pearl alarm clock and brother sax
are a stirring nuisance.
Sing on mama, sing!
and let sister flute tweet a
sweet
harmony.
Back papa's richness
so my dreams are intrigued.
As I push the snooze button,
and alarms melt to fleeting rain
soothing rain against my window.
oh yeah, loving the bluesy feel of this poem.
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