You lower the blinds at 4:30, Turning your back to the sun As you count out the pills For tomorrow morning And then give yourself permission To sit down In the early dark and quiet.
Nobody is coming,
But tomorrow will.
You have willed it.
You are ready,
And time moves on
Beyond the curtain
But you are warm and safe,
Coming to terms with time
You dream
You remember
Calling in your children
Before dark
Keeping them safe
Clean and warm and tucked in
Glasses of water
Delivered in darkness
Go to sleep. See you in the a.m.
The creak of box springs
The promise of warm toast, oatmeal, and coffee.
A new day.
Go out there and come back.
Bring a story.
What you do
And always will
That is love
Alive in the heart
Surrounded by an incandescent house
In the quiet
As darkness comes closer
And you are alone.
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