The following is a poem my mother wrote about my niece bringing me breakfast in bed.
Who's Knocking?
Tap, tap, tap at your door.
It's not the Raven squawking "Nevermore!"
Pixie Emma face alight
Offering blueberry braided bread upright.
Illuminating sunshine and morning cheer
Aromatic coffee she offered here.
Beseeching you to awake and visit.
No way could you resist!
Groggily smiling at this tiny vision
Who'd proudly completed her mission-
Breakfast in bed
Nothing more need be said.
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