My day(s) in a nutshell

Since cocks have stopped crowing
A song from Rihanna cuts my dream
Stretches tell me my muscles overslept
Cleaning opens the portal to pray and sing
Concerts in the shower, no painting afterwards,
School calls, or maybe it doesn’t
Then it pushes us out like a flood
Home in a jiffy, chit chats are shallow
A book or two, my EB task I brew
A poem too as I make the stew.
A walk to the rocks is a goal
To watch the sun set as I stroll
A movie, grandmas jokes, a sisterly chat
Whatever time the day runs out of stock
I rest in quiet and wait for Rihanna again.

LARDO.