13 May 2009
Inspired by the Weekend Wordsmith
He put on his uniform
just to get us out of bed,
That's how it seemed to me
as I shielded my eyes from the almost-
eye-level ceiling light--
the top bunk was always mine.
Come morning, Dad never failed,
clad in army green from tip to booted toe,
to wake us with a start, bleary eyed,
wanting just one morning without Reveille.