In the Morning

Fair warning:  This poem takes a turn for the worse, toward the end.

It’s not often, that I can use the two keywords “morning” and “mourning” in the same piece.

I’m sure many of you are as fond of early morning, as I am.  At least, on those rare occasions, that I get a good night’s sleep!  In a house full of late-sleepers, it is one of the few times I can put two thoughts together.  I often wake up with an idea in my head, begging to be written down.  It is a magical time for creative energy.

It is also about the time of day, that my father discovered my poetess mother, lying, as if asleep, on her bed.  But she was not sleeping.

May we all cherish the mornings, each and every one we have the privilege to experience.  And even those sad mornings that rob us, of those we love.

 

It feels so good

To just lie still,

To just lie still

In the morning.

Before the birds

Have made a peep,

With all the children

Still asleep,

Before my dreams

Dive down too deep,

To just lie still,

In the morning.

 

It feels so good,

To turn it off,

To turn it off

In the morning.

Before the news

Has hit the stand,

Before the warm-up

Of the band,

Before the orange

Glow expands,

To turn it off,

In the morning.

 

It feels so good

To know my mind,

To know my mind

In the morning.

Before the coffee’s

Hit my tongue,

Before the rising

Of the sun,

Before my fancy’s

Off, and run,

To know my mind,

In the morning.

 

It feels so good

To be at peace,

To be at peace,

In the morning.

Before the worries

Fill my head,

Before my bones

Are chilled with dread,

Before they wake,

To find me dead,

But still at peace,

In the morning.

 

Copyright 2021 Andrea LeDew

 

For another rendition of that dreary day, please read The Problem.