Toddler Morning

The stillness is broken,
Borrowed moments at dawn
When the blankets feel warm,
And the night’s not quite gone.

Vague thoughts of day’s duties
Intrude on the mind;
Settling in deeper
Escape briefly find.

Those brief, pre-dawn moments
So lazily sweet
Are quickly transformed
By pajama clad feet.

Eagerly bounding
Determined to climb
Into our retreat,
They remind us of time.

A soft, little voice
Saying, ’Mommy’ or ‘Dad’
And churning elbows and knees,
Getting up’s not so bad.

Insistent encouragement
Coaxing his special way,
Urge our feet to the floor,
And we start the day.