The sun rises every morning,
Sometimes,
I think,
it's role is just to cheese me off.
As from behind it's hazy autumnal sky,
with falling mist,
It wakes me early,
before the **** begins to crow,
always beats my alarm clock at letting me know.
The time has come once again to move on,
to face a newborn week,
One day,
I shall not awaken to the light of the morning sun,
not just yet however,
I shall be drenched in the realms of once just passed lost breaths,
And internally to myself I shall smile,
In the belief that I shall not die in the minds of my mattering ones,
the nattering ones.
Who matter so much,
in the past tense of emotions immense,
of sons,
grandsons and daughters,
of maybe one day having grand-daughters,
and brothers long lost.
At the setting of the sun today,
I will reflect,
as evening folds around me,
on marriage and families and sisters -in -law,
I'll take a deep breath,
smile,
so much,
at the peace that was drawn from a wedding hat box.
(C) Livvi