A poem about our mornings

LadyTexan

In the wee hours of morning, without any warning,

The cat begins his loud meow, meaning he wants to eat now.

The cat wakens my man, who stumbles to the can,

In order to pee, without help from me.

I pop out of bed, sleep still in my head.

If I don’t act quickly, the floor will be sticky.

When it comes to his aim, DH isn't the same.

The cat continues to whine. I think, “get in line”.

I have to help Jesse, or all will be messy.

I get my man dressed. He’s far from impressed.

He misses his handsome clothes. Easy care shorts replaced those.

Dear Jesse asks for coffee and then the TV. The cat loudly meows “what about me?!”

I feed the loud cat and think “be happy with that”.

I love my dog Hap. He gets up in my lap.

Hap licks my face, then gives me space,

To catch my breath, before the next step,

To take care of my man, the best that I can.

Our days begin early. It’s not even four thirty.

Doityourselfer

I like your creativity for bringing a little light to a bad situation.

Beachfan

I found your poem fine,

‘Til I read the last line.

Your care for DH is a gift, 

But, LT, you’re working night shift! 

YAWN!!!!

(Good on you for bringing levity to the Groundhog Day monotony of caring for DH) 

Ed1937

I can only guess that was written in the afternoon. Nice job!

Crushed

You inspired me .  Empty bed at Dawn  

An empty bed

 An empty room

An empty life

Nothing but gloom

Her body  walks

But she is gone

There are no talks

To fill the dawn

They comb her hair

And paint her nails

Dress her in blue

And shirts with sails

My princess bride

She came to be

The  golden life

She built with me

She stunned the world

With grit and brains

She’s in the books

They know her name

We walked with bears

And Rhinos too

Dove coral reefs

So deep and blue

We raised two girls

So bright and strong

I lean on them

To get along

Fifty  years

It seems too few

Her clothes are blue

And I am too

LadyTexan

@Crushed. Your poem is beautiful, heartfelt and heartbreaking. This disease sucks.