In The Mornings
When the house is still and quiet and my thoughts all mix around
without any hindrance or boundaries, I let myself float back to a
time of innocence.
Everything was simple then!
Time for dinner
Time for a bath
Time for a story
Time to play
Time for church
Time for day dreaming.
No bother about bills
No bother about reasons
No bother about planning
No bother about future.
Now it's all reflection
Now it's all planning
Now it's all bills
Now it's all about health.
In the mornings when everything is still and quiet
I lay in bed with a busy mind and hope this day
will treat me kind!
Joy Weare,
25th October, 2006.
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