April 9

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(Writing along for National Poetry Month, using a prompt from the sweet site A.L.M.)

Sunny Side Up

They wake, sometimes, calling
my name, or kicking at the blankets
like shackles, or sometimes I
am the one panting, trickling sweat,
half-believing the dream
was really lived – I am out walking
in the woods, lost in the pleasure
of talking with friends, and then into the house,
the daughter sitting the in the tub staring blankly,
the baby at her feet in the water, lifeless – but awaken,

it wasn’t true, the night was just another night,
shake it out, arms and legs,
wipe the sweat from our temples, here
in this morning
the sun is already up, sometimes
they wake up happy and I awaken to the little pitter
patter of their feet coming to my door, here
we all are, and we say good morning,
I love you, let’s go downstairs
and eat.

(c) Adrie Lester 2014

4 Responses to “April 9”

  1. 1

    i love the pitter patter of feet running down the hall and then the moment of waiting for impact as they inevitably land smack on top of you.

  2. 2
    Joanna

    shivers, every single time.

  3. 3

    Thank you Amanda – and thanks again for the prompts!
    Blessings,
    Adrie

  4. 4

    Thank you, dear.


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