My Sweet Maggie

Early morning light,
Streams through the bedroom's french doors,
She begins to stir.

Awakened, she blinks;
Stretching, she gives a big yawn,
And, opens her eyes.

Still a bit groggy,
She thinks about her new day,
"What fun we will have!"

"Oh, wake up, Mommy!"
She checks for signs of movement.
"Let's go play outside!"

A leg moves, then arms.
Reaching, she says, "There's my girl!"
Pat, pat on the head.

Kissies and tail wags,
Greetings of love meet the day.
"Mommy's getting up!"

"Where is your football?"
Mommy wants to know. "Get it!"
The football is retrieved.

Open up the doors,
The new day comes streaming in.
White streak runs, top speed!

Mommy's arm goes back,
Slings the toy through autumn air,
To her eager friend.

"Gotta catch that ball!"
Mockingbird perched high above,
Watching from the pole.

Good trajectory!
Fair catch mere moments away!
Mid-air grab ... bravo!

Quick trots back to Mom,
"How I love this football game!
Throw it again, please!"

An hour goes by,
Tail wagging, tongue hanging fun!
Exhausted, they stop.

Time for some water,
And maybe a little food.
Football wears you out!

Mommy picks her up,
Kiss on the head, "I love my girl."
Great start to the day.

"What should I do now?"
The answer is obvious.
"Think I'll take a nap."