Sunday's Poem

Snuggled warm between my sheets
Bright green ear plugs rest in my ears
Across my eyes a red satin mask lies
No, please don't let that be my alarm I hear
bellowing music I do not recognize
A jab into my back;
My husband--alerts me it's time to rise
Eyes still hidden behind a mask
Right hand slowly emerges from beneath the comforter
Quiet once again
But only for a moment
Pings of rain on our metal roof
I lift off my mask
Where is the sunshine that greets me each morning?
Sorry Donna, not today.

I hope you are enjoying National Poetry Month. 
Where ever this Sunday takes you
In the rain, snow, or hopefully sun, make it a great day!