Love in the morning…
It is a blessing unknown by some
but for those who share
years together and breath
before life removes the gentle kiss
accustomed to each morning with death.
Sunshine attempts to peek into windows
now darkened with curtains and blinds
while the teapot whistles in the air
whining for attention or loving care
life is unbalanced on such mornings
staring at an empty chair.
Gone are morning talks of years ago
discussing how changes have come and gone
yet return with energized flair
with each appearance of a gray hair.
Love in the morning, hugs at noon
a beautiful goodnight kiss
now silently removed from view
but held quietly in heart as new.
This is what love creates
like a flower that blooms over many years…