I do not bother to cover my facial hole,
as the night wind moves away for the day breeze.
They say yawn is contagious,
and I stretch as I see her yawn.
I still do not understand,
why after a yawn come the tears,
but am glad they clear my eyes,
as the insects from yesterday is released back to nature.
She gets up from the bed for the air is spoilt,
only if she knew it is a blessing to have air to push the fart out,
and her nose does not need to be lubricated,
for some can inhale and cannot exhale.
I roll down to say my prayers and it goes like this:
Thank you Lord for the yawn that released the insect,
Thank you Lord for the noise after my yawn,
Thank you Lord for the bacteria in my stomach,
Thank you Lord for the food that gave them work,
Thank you Lord for the fart that made aunt stand up,
Thank you Lord for keeping me alive and working,
Thank you Lord for making my upper part of my body support my lower part,
Thank you Lord as I begin my day.
As I get up from my bed, I look for my wheelchair,
And I drive away looking forward to my day.