Home in the Morning

Before I wake up
I am there,
Stumbling into the warm kitchen.
Breakfast cooking.
Fried bacon smells
surrounding Mother
as she hugs me.
Daddy at the table,
reading the paper,
cigarette in hand.
Judy stumbles in,
thundercloud on her face,
hands grasping for coffee.
I am home in the morning.
dewl 3/9/12