listening to the morning rain
I was witness to the dim light's gentle urging,
like a mother's soft touch
within a whisper she shouts, wake up!
This one is about 6 years old. Still as poignant and painful as ever. Maybe even more so. Maybe. . . I'm the one who needs to wake the fuck up.
wake up you sleepy bear
wake up the morning’s here
the light shines through
that cracked old door
and sprays across the dusty floor
wake up Rumplestiltskin
wake up- this day is new
the coffee’s on
the eggs are done
the break-fast table waits for you
wake up, sleepy head
wake up before it's night
the sun is warm
outside we’ll run
take my hand and feel the light
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