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.