Peaceful, I protest against this morning,
grey and wet and dull, not fit for larks
I demand a change
no, I command the sun to shine
rise and get you out of bed
and give us something else instead
I like this not
any decent summer day should start off fine
and then continue hot

Early morning rain
washes any weekend traces
from coffee scented Monday faces

I thought I knew pain,
I thought knew heartbreak just the same.
Until I saw the knees of a mother buckle at her child's funeral.
             She couldn't speak.
             She couldn't even scream.

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