My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.
Syllabic Verse
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 
You have painted a cozy and serene picture with words.
Thanks Diane. It’s actual memories from my childhood. I am thankful I have those good memories.
I thought it was from your personal memories. Yes, it is good to have those kinds of memories. God bless.