My childhood alarm clock was varied, often twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum percolator,
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
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 13–Off Prompt
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