While You Sleep
While You Sleep
The morning is still gray,
it is just before the dawn.
I stare out the kitchen window,
looking for a lost song.
I make the coffee,
and clean up... last night.
It was a good time,
to remember,
how to laugh.
Now you are quiet,
and so am I.
Peaceful is the day,
in every way.
I pray.
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
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