July 27, 2008

  • My morning

    My morning

    My morning starts slower without you
    I don't hear the soft, teasing sound
    Your voice every morning as I awoke
    The blessing that you were around.

    You never quite realized the impact
    Your voice how it brightened my day
    And each time I waken without it
    My first breath, I wish that you'd stayed

    But you're gone and your body is ashes
    As we all will one day, dust to dust
    I rely on you still I know I always will
    Our heart and our soul walk in trust

    Margot Hill
    15May02