When I wake you up for morning tea
I always feel immensely fond –
You’re drowsy and not quite yet beyond
The borders of sleep – it’s a child I see
A kid who’s quite adorable
With eyes half open, and vulnerable
We put on your gown, you go to the loo
I sit at the table with the tea
Thinking, what a delight it will be
Enjoying that early hour with you
And so I do – we smoke and sip
And let the conversation rip
You wake and I long to cuddle and kiss
But, sleepy, you might not appreciate this!
