All I Ask For

House is still silent. Only the faint hum of the refrigerator. No cars on Emerson Street. Golden sunlight washes neighboring houses. The occasional ironed and gelled commuter walks by.

Baby's still asleep. Birds chirp and tweet.

Listen to the morning. Sweet sounds of beginnings. What'll this day bring? I'd like to place a few requests:

A cool plate of watermelon.
A kick ass driving song.
A fit of uncontrollable laughter.
A sweet kiss from my wife.
A giant hug from my daughter.
A good idea, maybe two, if I'm lucky.
An unexpected phone call.
A check in the mail.
A quiet evening with a glass of wine.

That's all I ask for.

GM