A simple little poem dealing with an early morning wake up call.
A woman, a mother, oh wait, what’s this I see?
It’s me? Can’t be? I saw her move, yet not like me.
She speak’s she says, “touch the glass and come be with me”.
Am I dreaming? Can it be? Oh well, here I go, 1-2-3.
I’m in, oh wait, where could she be? She was here a minute ago, wasn’t she?
I can’t move, though I am free all around me.
I scream, I yell, “who’s here with me? I know I saw you, you invited me.
No sound, no motion, seems no one is around.
Where are you? Who are you? Is there something to be found?
Wondered, troubled, discomfort sits in.
No doubt, I better get back, to where I fit in.
The mirror, the glass, I need to get back.
I touch, then tap, start hitting the glass, but things don’t happen, just like that.
A knock, a voice, at a distance speaks out to me, “can I come in”?
I yell and scream, “YES, please do come in”.
She enters, thank G_d, my daughter, “help me, can you see me?
I’m stuck in the glass, look up at me”!
She doesn’t see or hear me, she seems rushed.
“I’m here, help me, look up, I’m stuck.”
She’s looking and searching but not for me.
Oh wait, that’s my Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent, don’t you dare take my Poison Dior, from me.
She doesn’t hear me, she’s gone, now what?
Oh well, at least she’s got style as anyone can see.
She’s back, I scream, hey you, can’t you see me?
Oh no it gets worse, this can’t be?
She’s packing the Gucci, and slipping on Fendi’s, geez, what a treat for her feet.
I frown, then sigh, what’s this I hear?
She whisperers the words, “Oh yes, they look better on meee”.
She’s gone and leaves, with such elegant ease.
I smile, ok why not? She’s mine, yes indeed.
A touch, a shake, you’re going to be late, aren’t you awake?
A dash of cream, no sugar, here’s your coffee dear.
Then says “I’m off have a great day.
I sit, take a little sip, then see, oh yes, how great it is, all my goodies still in their place, for me.
Relax, exhale, 10 more mins to recover, next time, please ….. SOMEBODY WAKE ME!