Alarm Clock
by Chloe (age 10)

I feel utterly exhausted every morning,

craving more sleep; I feel like I am

80 years old! Why do I have to be the

early bird around here? I demand

more sleep or I will crack! I fear

every morning, those awful hands

shaking me and that bad breath

fogging up my face, making me gag

as he cusses at me for waking him

up. I love the feeling of silence

in the room after he has gone

to school. Nobody screaming or

saying dirty words under his breath,

and definitely nobody shaking me. God,

I hate him. If I could talk, I would say,

"Give me a break"!

I'm only one alarm clock that makes

mistakes, and yet you blame me when you

forget to set me.

What is the deal?

all poems and images ©2006 by chloe