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The first poem that I post here the day I write it! Woohoo! Of course I wrote it in the afternoon, but that's beside the point. It was a creative writing assignment to write out the morning of a character we had created, so I did it as a poem.

 

Mourning Morning

 

Waking up, reaching out, turning off the clock,

crawling slowly out of bed, unwinding from the shock.

Brushing teeth and braiding hair,

donning clothes, the memories flare.

Striking deep, then hurrying on,

try to make me weep ere dawn.

 

Eating cereal, drinking milk, playing with the cat.

Waking up before the sun, what is wrong with that?

Cooking eggs and frying ham,

feeling that it’s all a sham.

Sing a lovely, mournful song,

life is good, yet deeply wrong.

 

Thinking of his loving gaze, wishing for his touch,

knowing that he’s gone, and so he’ll stay.

Praying for a miracle, though they may not do such

as bringing back the loved ones passed away.

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