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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning
I try not to wake him, though he stirs slightly
As I crawl out from the warmth of the covers.
I'm tempted to change my mind, and stay awhile longer,
But a glint of sunlight peeks through the blind and calls to me.
If I burrow down again, and drowse too long, 
This glorious time of day will be gone...until it comes again tomorrow.

I tiptoe quietly and begin the morning ritual.
The splashing of water on my face, of letting the dog out,
Of brewing the dark, hot liquid that will help to
Open my eyes and recharge my reluctant brain.

The inviting aroma finally wakes my senses, and after
The first sip, I begin to feel the desire to join the world again.
I go outside, step onto the weathered porch, down the steps,
Onto the wet grass to retrieve today's bundled news.
Within it comes a page-by-page account of disasters, obituaries and comics...
I decide to forego all that gloom, and lay the paper beside the front door.

Instead, I drink in the morning air.
The new day is slowly coming alive.  There's a slight chill.
This coolness will be baked away later, when the sun is high.
I pull my robe around me tightly, and sit down on the stoop.
Birds are chirping, and soon, I see that neighbors are beginning to embrace the 
House by house, there is evidence that awakening has occurred.

A car is cruising by our  house.  The occupants, wearing their
Sunday best, and on their way to an early service to praise the Lord.
While some are sitting in pews, singing Alleluia,
A man down the street is starting his lawnmower.
Not mindful that the Sabbath is a day of rest,
Or that he may wake a late sleeper.

Inside my house, I hear the sounds of water running and dishes rattling.
Then someone calling my name.  In a moment he appears
Carrying two steaming mugs of black coffee, one for him, and another for me.
He's come to see what this new day has offered, and sits down beside me.

We sit together quietly, and soak up the morning sun.
It wraps its warmth around us, like the bedcovers we had abandoned.
No words are needed to enjoy this moment.
However, toast and jam, and bacon await us.  So we turn and go inside.

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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  1. Date: 2/7/2012 6:01:00 PM
    Congrats on your win with this lovely poem, Carrie! Love, Kim

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 6:01:00 PM
    As Brian said below the ending is a real good wrap up! And oh how you are growing in meter! Congrad's Light & Love

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 5:24:00 PM
    congrats on your win with this touching poem, so skilfully written, as are all your pieces :-)

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 1:27:00 PM
    congrats Carrie on a magnificent win for this elegant entry .. true perfection of words luv..

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 11:58:00 AM
    Congratulations to you on your placement in Debbie Guzzi's "Your Own Favorite Poem" contest Carrie. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 11:33:00 AM
    Awwww, Carrie, this is such a bittersweet piece to read....but the sweetness of memories and the actions within them, over-rides the longing. Your ending is a kick in the gut - but in a good way! Congratulations on your win in Debbie's contest! P.S. - you really have the meter going on in this poem. I just can not pull that off :D

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 10:02:00 AM
    Congrats, Carrie. Beautiful piece. Great tribute. Nice going. luv Ralph

  1. Date: 2/7/2012 9:56:00 AM
    So sad and beautiful at the same time Carrie. Such a tribute to your son. Congratulations. I love this one

  1. Date: 10/23/2009 4:06:00 PM
    lovely verse..children are such joy and sorrow. I miss my son dearly a continent divides. Light & Love

  1. Date: 10/8/2009 10:54:00 AM
    I love the song Puff The Magic Dragon because it lets me feel the pain of my children and grandchildren getting grown then I can accept and go on. It is so nice to be able to talk to the adult and remember the child that they were. I like the way that you approached the topic here. Keep writing. Sara

  1. Date: 7/2/2009 4:02:00 PM
    This is a real poem of unending love... and thank you for your comment on my poem in the contest "I'm Sorry" I really appreciate it.. Constasnce

  1. Date: 2/17/2009 3:07:00 AM
    Brilliant last line Carrie.Such love will not fade.Rgds Brian

  1. Date: 1/17/2009 5:13:00 PM
    congrats on your feature this week for this beautifully written poem!....liked it lotz**Maryam**

  1. Date: 1/14/2009 3:26:00 AM
    Congratulations on your featured poem this week...Raul

  1. Date: 1/13/2009 8:11:00 PM
    Congratulations on your feature of the week, Carrie. Lainie

  1. Date: 1/13/2009 5:37:00 AM
    Congrats on this one, Carrie, what most mothers go through at one time or another. A perfect effort. Love, daver

  1. Date: 1/12/2009 4:20:00 PM
    Carrie...this poem reminds me of one I wrote for a friend of mine on her wedding day. She was really close to her uncle who raised her and it had a similar theme. I called it "My Finger Hold". I guess that touch is universal eh? A great write...keep doing what you're doing! :-)

  1. Date: 1/12/2009 6:55:00 AM
    This was a good mother's song. Beautifully written and a parental guideline. Congratulations Carrie, on "Unlatched" being featured. Vince

  1. Date: 1/12/2009 5:08:00 AM
    Congratulations on your outstanding poetry being featured this week Carrie. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 1/11/2009 11:53:00 PM
    Congrats on your feature poem this week Carrie.Rgds Brian