Post by simpledip on Jul 6, 2018 6:22:48 GMT -6
I am a morning person,
always have been
in my childhood
I used to wake up at 4 am
and found the sounds
fascinating at that early hour
I used to sleep with my Grandma
and she snored ~
not the loud kind,
but as if she was sighing
I would hear Grandpa
coughing his smoker's coughs
deep-short-not-so-loud ones
mingled with these sounds
I used to hear
the tin roof creaking
contracting and expanding
the frost melting during the winter
I loved the sound of
swish of the breeze
rattling the window panes
to tell me
that I was not the only one
that was awake
opening the door to the long verandah
had its own sounds
however might I tried to open the door
without making noise,
not to wake my mother
it will make noise
the hinges in spite of being oiled
would still make some kind of morning noise
as if to protest being woken up so early
Grandpa's rocking chair
on that large verandah
had its own music
I wonder now whether it felt
that the master was not sitting on it
but me with hardly any weight
and so it would sing to me
probably, to lull me to sleep
there had been times
when I would fall asleep
the first rays of the sun
would wake me up
and a new chorus of sounds
will start singing
there is no doubt that
I was the one
who first saw the dawn in our family
~Dip
