The Curtain Rises and the Curtain Falls

Every morning I wake,
The curtain has already risen.
Every night before I sleep,
I watch the curtain fall.

If I should wake with dreams of fright,
The curtain then shall rise.
To shield away all evil thoughts,
And help protect my eyes.

This curtain is one of many colors,
And of all different shades too.
It may seem simple with just one glance,
But it is not, of that I assure you.

Some days it's pink,
All fuzzy, soft and warm.
Other days blue,
Very sad, tired, or easily torn.

Most days it's red, or green or yellow,
Like all the colors of the world.
And on rare days it's gray, dark and bleak,
Like everything is all twisted, bunched up and curled.

Although I'm happy to say the gray does not linger,
For that is when the curtain falls.
It rises then with the colors of rainbows,
Like as soon as the daily shower withdrawals.

The curtain sets the mood of its day,
Even before the whole world has begun.
For when it has rested and the sun's at its peak,
Well, by then the curtain has already risen.

It pampers to all the needs,
Making sure everything is well and right.
And when the curtain is ready to make its presence known,
You can tell by the bright shining sunlight.

Near the middle of the day,
The curtain falls for a brief moment or two.
But as soon as the audience returns from its short intermission,
The amount of seats left are quite few.

The curtain then braces itself to rise once more,
For it knows the show must go on.
All the while glancing at each member of the audience,
Seeing some sneeze, or snooze, or yawn.

The curtain serves so many purposes,
Of one I will tell you now.
It is one thing that will never fade,
Unless painfully removed like that of a unibrow.

When the curtain has risen and is refreshed,
It has the ability to make others laugh, cry, or weep.
And I shall say again, this curtain is one of many colors,
So pick one and see how easy it is to keep.

It's the end of the day,
And the curtain starts to fall fast.
When it reaches its temporary resting place,
The curtain can then think of the day that had past.

I sit beside the tired curtain,
As she begins to drift.
Off to never land, wonderland, away,
Hoping her dreams do not take shift.

Then as I watch with much interest,
I see the curtain fall to complete.
To watch those eyes fall with so much peace,
Is a memory I'll keep till my last heart beat.

Then I whisper "I love you, mommy",
Into the ear of the sleepy curtain I adore.
And as I walk away I hear her say,
"No, I love you more".


And the curtain rises,
And the curtain falls.

By: Kelsey Rae Fernandez