Roses Before Breakfast
Interrupted slumber aided by shadows in her mind
night sweats and horrors haunting away
times heavily dragged in fast rewind
of pirouettes amongst poppies
red rouge cheeks and eyes
mourning memories and cries
Life tumbles slowly as day breaks apart
tired bones creaking with the old oak floors
coffee cups call her to wake
but the blue bird distracts
in a simple melody of peace
and in a moment of calm
she bends and smells the roses
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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