Morning Light

Morning glories see their friends

Waving to the butter colored wings

That graze their soft spoken petals 

Love your small voice 

Early smiles

Giggles under blankets

French toast 

Maple syrup

Sharp light 

Through the blinds

Not yet polluted by sound

Earl grey in a blue cup

Heat in the palm of my hand

Thankful for another day

Try to make things right



I didn’t mean for us to fight

Pen and paper 

Don’t forget

Even reasons why

Pro and con

Which choice is right

Sometimes there’s nothing

But what seems wrong

Good and bad 

Black and white 

Blending into gray 

As chasms form between what was 

And what is 

Today’s just another day


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