Its Early In The Morning Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Oh, I would rather be in bed,
But I would miss the early morning sunrise,
And that I would dread.

I would miss the early morning dew,
And the break of day,
I'd miss the way we all hold hands
While we bow our head when
Grandma kneels to pray.

Sister pushes me and I dare not giggle,
I thought her eyes were closed but
Somehow, Grandma always knows
If you begin to wiggle.
Stop our nonsense, she would caution,
You know we are talking to the Lord above,
Stop your foolishness, we must
Thank him for his love.

Soon breakfast would be on the table,
Its aroma tickling my nose,
Scramble eggs with cheese, bacon
Making me wiggle my toes.
Hot biscuits just out of the oven,
Oh how our mouths did water,
Grandma, I'd say, I sure am happy I'm
Your grand daughter.

This is the way our days began,
Happy and carefree as off to school
We ran...

Yes, it would have been nice to have
Stayed in bed,
With all the covers pulled over my head.
But I would have missed the tenderness of
Grandma's amen and her early morning kiss.

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing

May 25,2004