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| Thursday, April 20, 2006 |
| Dawn of a New Day |
It's the end of the day.
Her hands aren't busy,
Her mind reels..
She thinks of ways to fill them.
Her day to day scene is a constant whirlwind of action, when it ends its so abrupt.
Her head is always full of "things to do".
It seems her hands can't keep up...
Then comes the evening,
Her subjects laid to rest,
So sudden...
She's left with uncomfortable silence,
The feeling that something was left undone.
Quietly she bends- kneels-
She interlocks her fingers so tightly the knuckles are white with bloodloss.
She prays for forgiveness.
Strength for a new day.
Her mind clears,
the restless itch disappears,
She thanks the heavens for the relief and calm instilled,
For the wonderful blessing of knowing she has a whole new day.
So, softly she kisses her babes.
She lays her weary bones in the solitude of her mattress
Finally
Finally
Finally
Sleep...
Her dreams once held in childhood return.
She's able to frolick and play,
Bask in the sunlight,
Pick flowers for her mother.
She wakes with anticipation for This is her New Day. |
posted by katmandusuekookachoo @ 7:58 PM  |
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