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In the morning, I will let out my trusting dog.
He will grin in devotion walking out the door.
Then I will let him in and feed him.
In the morning, I will see the children off to school.
They will kiss my cheek.
They will thank me for the cookies.
In the morning, I will bid my husband farewell.
He will rush out with his coffee.
I will wave to him as he gets into his car.
In the morning, I will call an old friend.
We will talk about our families.
We will laugh about our lives and wonder.
In the morning, I will play a melody on the piano.
The cat will sit in my lap and purr.
He will chase a mouse into the basement.
In the morning, I will brew some tea.
I will sit upon my patio and watch the robins.
They will tug worms from the rain sodden grass.
In the morning, I will do the breakfast dishes.
I will make the children’s beds.
I will put away their wayward toys.
In the morning, I will walk to the café.
I will stop to smell the roses.
I will chat with the baker and pet her dog.
In the morning, a car skipped the curb.
A drunkard has taken away so many things.
I will never again do and see so much,
in the morning.
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|Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe
|So beautiful and peaceful until that last verse. Effective way to get the message through. Take care.|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Wow, what a well put together piece showing how precious life and living really is, in a split second everything changes...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|The ending is a jolt - a moment of madness, of carelessness, of recklessness and the pleasant ordinariness of our lives is never the same again. Strong.