5AM

Up! She goes,

In frantic circles,

Children antsy,

Hubby awake.

Balls of sweat,

Travel down her skin,

She manuevres her way,

In the heat

With her tools of weaponry,

And the calm and poise 

Of a great warrior.

Briefcase in hand,

Lunch boxes set,

Her army marches on,

To the reality of the world.

"Oh!" She sighs,

In reckless abandon,

"What a hell of a morning!"

Written by 

Anwuli Roseline

©2017