Wednesday, January 16, 2013

“In The Morning”

In the morning
   before I open my eyes
      I listen for her breath
         for sounds of her movement
            for her voice calling
In the morning
   before the alarm’s irritating bleat
      I open my eyes to darkness
         seeing no soft light filtering from the kitchen
            hearing no sounds for preparing First Breakfast
In the morning
   before I leave the warmth of quilts
      I pull clichés onto my psyche
         covering up my doubts
            with comforting words and phrases
In the morning
   before I build my protective walls
      I grieve
         the endless day free of responsibilities saddens me
            and sorrowful hours loom ahead

Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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