Cocka-doodle-doo!
Sun illuminate through
the window, looking to see if vegetables
peep through the ground we planted yesterday
around the same time,
my mom is cooking breakfast containing eggs, bacon, and
hot pancakes making,
our bed
to the garden we fled
to get the task
done, pulled the choking weed,
to my father I plead,
if we could could quit before noon,
sweat pouring my face as if I been chasing the moon,
birds chirp, shining stars, Is this labor in vain?
It's driving me insane
put the gear in rewind,
I had to remind my father
church in the AM,
had to meet at the atrium,
to recite the bible verse I rehearsed the night before.
Permitted to take a shower, in the bed an hour,
to get some rest,
ready to give my Sunday's best.