An Assemblage of Mornings: Home and Away
I call it an oh dear morning
Bathroom door slamming before I’m awake,
The rattle of coffee cups, the microwave’s beep,
My smile a grimace of fake.
She sits at the table impatient,
The unspoken message quite clear,
“Why back in my time, the daughter-in-law,
Would serve her elders with cheer.”
I call it a true deer morning
The doe and her fawn under the trees,
Only two in the house, no prying eyes,
Just a cardinal surveying the breeze.
I call it a my dear morning,
Held in strong arms, sleeping so late.
The dog softly snoring, sprawled lean and long,
A furry, delightful, loved weight.
Each kind of morning passes.
Each kind of morning awaits.
The good with the bad, the twists of our lives,
Attitude measures our fate.