It’s Hard to Get Up These Days

In the wintertime, I fall in love with my bed. I can’t help it. It is so warm, so cozy, so personally inviting. I crawl into it gratefully at night and depart from it with a reluctance each morning that increases as the days grow darker and colder. So today the muse has inspired me, and I have composed the following poem:

TO MY BED

Ah, beloved place of rest

Refuge on a stormy day

How I long to stay with you

To while the winter hours away.

But, alas, the morning dawns

And with it all my dreams take flight

My chiefest solace is to know

I’ll be with you again tonight.

Kristy says: For this exact reason I found myself in bed by 9:00pm TWICE last week.

6 Responses to “It’s Hard to Get Up These Days”
  1. emilylf says:

    oooh, you really captured it!


  2. I too, love bed on a winter day. However, I’ve altered the last few lines of your poem to be more fitting for a mother of 3 children under the age of 5.

    But, alas, the children rise
    and with them all my dreams are smashed
    I’ll see you in 19 long hours
    When all my house is trashed.


  3. AMEN!

  4. chickymama says:

    Too bad my kids don’t feel the same way! Nice poem…

  5. amylouwho says:

    I hear you! I think I’m part bear. I take to hibernating in the winter.

  6. kannie says:

    Ah, yes… especially when someone *coughMEcough* forgot to turn the heater back on and it’s 65 chilly degrees in the house!

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