Saturday Morning
by Fred Bubbers © 2007
The morning sunlight streams through the open window
Setting your hair alight upon the pillow where it sleeps
The roses you placed in the vase have gently opened their petals
Your eyelids flutter and you smile to yourself in your dream
I pull the quilt up to cover your back and your shoulder
Protecting you from the morning chill
As I watch over you, waiting for our day to begin