Quiet This Morning

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Quiet this Morning Willow… Skipping rocks. Sorrow… Crying sometime. Missing… You. The echo in the hall way is deafening. I try hard to make no noise at all. I don’t want to wake even one memory. It is quiet this morning, I am going outside. I brought a cup of last night’s coffee, out with me on the small porch. It was from the pot I made about midnight. Not to keep me up, but to help me sleep. I can never feel anymore. It helps, to be out. It is the closest thing to nothing I can get too. I am afraid of hell. You told me the Savior knew my name. I wish that were true. He could tell me who I am. When I know that, maybe I will be able to know him. I want to. I am… Still, afraid.

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Arturo Michael

Date: 11/12/2019 7:30:00 AM

Walk through it...You're not alone...Peace walks with YOU...

Ann Foster
Date: 11/12/2019 11:27:00 AM

Faith keeps me on the path and only His light has driven back the darkness... but it will not return... it has learned to be afraid.... Hugs for your day... beautiful and full of wonder. Ann

Paul Callus

Date: 11/12/2019 5:10:00 AM

Admiring your excellent phrasing and emotional build up, Ann. Each stanza speaks to me and I become an intruder in your thoughts! Regards // paul

Ann Foster
Date: 11/12/2019 11:26:00 AM

Wow... a grand compliment indeed. Not an intruder however. meant to be shared... the feeling is less heavy when known there are others that feel the same... at times... Ann

Sandra Adams

Date: 11/12/2019 3:54:00 AM

That opening stanza sets the tone for this one... beautifully penned yet poignant ... I can’t have more than 2 cups of coffee a day or it will keep me up all night ... great write :) hugs

Ann Foster
Date: 11/12/2019 11:25:00 AM

You know you have passed the limit of no return, when coffee has lost all spark...and is a bitterness, you still love, even unto hate. Hugs for your morning kind poetess. Ty for stopping by.... Ann

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/11/2019 9:45:00 AM

It is a poignant missive, Ann. "Not to keep me up, but to help me sleep. " Interesting concept.

Ann Foster
Date: 11/11/2019 10:48:00 AM

After drinking coffee too long, it no longer has the same effects... ty for stopping by... always cheers my day. Ann