Sunday Morning
I should have brought your hairbrush out.
I don’t know if he’s going to be in there long or not.
We’ve got lots of time before we go.
Still have to give him his pills.
One more Luna bite.
I wonder if he’s aggravated at me
as I sit here and write a poem
while he gets our duo ready to go out the door.
He doesn’t know that I’m tired, and right now,
I’d just as soon go back to bed than to church.
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