If there was a big event.
Swim meet.
Vacation.
Road Trip.
Anything.
That required us to wake early.
My Dad would crank up the stereo.
With Janis Joplin.
Cry Baby at 5am.
Immediately followed.
With Piece of My Heart.
Janis and Daddy.
Belting it out.
At the top of their lungs.
By they time they made it.
To Bobby McGee.
I had stopped grumbling.
And was rolling out of bed.
I complained of course.
Who wouldn't?
Yet I always look back.
On those wake up calls.
With a smile.
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