Just Me Poem by Veronica Murdoch Eaton

The dawn is breaking, the sun is peeping through.
The birds are chirping, the day is filled with things to do.
Another twenty four hours, how fortunate can one be,
to hear all these sounds and this life too, I can see.
A cup of coffee in one hand, all nicely propped up in bed,
hair branching out in all directions, from the top of my head!
A sight to behold, a sight to see,
remember though, it's nothing to fear, it's JUST ME! VME
(23 October 2013)