January 23, 2017

“Daniel,” mommy whispa quietly,
careful not to startle me.

I blink awake, 
slow-ly.

Eyes adjusting to the darkness,
I ketch mommy tired smile
as the sweet molasses of her “Wake up child,” 
drips onto the silent morning
only to be drowned out
by de blasted bird screaming outside
from he obnoxious perch in de coconut tree.