A Poem for Tuesday

In honor of my Lenten vow to get up earlier, here's a little something I wrote myself.

Ode to Fat Tuesday

Mary Lisa Cochran

I love you, my bed.

I love you, I do.

Your pillows are soft.

Your sheets are light blue.

I love you, my bed.

You're a friend tried and true.

You're there when I'm tired,

Or when I have the flu!

Alas! Alas!

The day goes by.

My family is up

While still here I lie!

Alas! Alas!

Proverbs 31:15

Screams into my ears

While still here I dream!

And so, my bed,

We must depart.

Yet this you shall know:

You are first in my heart.

(I didn't say it was going to be a good poem.)