The Morning Is Still
The morning is still
So is her heart
No wind or breeze
Nowhere to start
Her babe reclaimed
End without meaning
A dawn so dark
No light intervening
The morning is still
And so is her child
Now as he rests
In her heart, so mild
In memory of my brother, Jon
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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