Lacey Milam - April 2008

Good Morning

“Wake Up!” my mom yelled

Through my little brother’s cries

“Another school day…” I thought

As I slowly opened my eyes

The floor creaked lazily

When my feet hit the floor

I threw on my clothes

And headed for the door

My bathroom greeted me

With its brightly colored walls

I fixed my hair hastily

Ignoring my mother’s calls

When I reached the kitchen

I saw the toaster spit

I snatched up my breakfast

There was no time to sit

Our car growled anxiously

It had been waiting all night

For us to jump in

So it could begin its morning flight

I was then at the school

The bell cried out its warning

Rushing to class, I was disappointed

I hadn’t even received a “Good Morning!”