Got up to a bright new morn,
the sun full glowing in the sky,
glowed  so bright it woke me with a kiss at 5 a.m.
strolled into my study room,
my bright green crammed up box,
smiled to see the wisps of white ether, floating,
they're  tickling heaven.

Picked up my cell,
released the  imprisoned wail,
tuned off the alarm as just described poetically,
Noticed the date,
not so great,
7/7 and then like the morning it dawned on me,
seven years ago today,
London was set in disarray,
as bombers spanked the tube and buses,
chaos rallied round the streets.
the darkest day for all concerned.

Isn't it just so strange,
how,
checking the date,
can change my impression of an otherwise beautiful day?
(C) Livvi