gratefulness

WAKING

I hope I will always wake in tulip sunshine

among the fragrance of green grass

growing near flowing rivers

while breakfast sizzles in

cast iron skillets

with biscuits

on cobalt

blue

plates.

If this

goes away

in my memory

and leaves me for

another day in changed

places, I want to still wake

in tulip sunrise and still smell

the coffee brew to another time but let

not the reciting bobwhites forget to sound; so I will always remember.

copyright: CMM 2005

Moment of many,

a hope of time.

A minute of peace,

beauty in rhyme.

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CMM

It is 3:00 a.m.

 

My hands cupped

 

Snuggly around my

 

Coffee cup.

 

 

The flicker of the fire

 

Reflects my feelings

 

As if it is catching

 

Pain with every spark.

 

 

The rhythm of my heart

 

Beats just enough to get

 

My attention that I am real.

 

 

I miss people who have passed,

 

the little furry friend I have lost

 

and Grandma’s home.

 

 

I cannot rewind time,

 

Or reset the clock of yesterday

 

Or recreate people who cause pain.

 

 

Sitting here this morning in

 

Solitude and still darkness

 

I am reminded of the truth.

 

I am present in the early morning,

 

 

I am grateful for found peace,

 

I look to the heavens always.

 

Copyright:  CMM  2019