Magical World

Every morning as it arrives
I hear the distant, early sounds
Of birds and traffic, and many things
Gently welcoming me awake

Until I hear not far from me
The sound of not one voice, but two
Familiar voices they seem to be
Little girl, and I hear a boy’s one too

I wish I could wax lyrical
On how pleasing these voices are to me
But left alone, awake and free
These voices are not in harmony

Brother and sister in daily strife
For when one is ten, and one is eight
There are many things that must be shared
Not so easy as it may seem

So in my daily awakening, I get to hear
The secret dialogue between
My baby girl and first born prince
Conflicts, fighting, pleading, sharing

I lie awake and let them be
In the shadows overhear –
The magical world one would live in
When one is eight, and one is ten

BreathingLife Final

11 thoughts on “Magical World

  1. Ahhh, I wish you could capture the back and forth volleys and salvos that dance their way to your room these mornings, put them in a jar, and keep them for when tomorrow comes and they are grown up and gone

    I’m an empty nester and I do so enjoy the memories of approaching footsteps and everyday banter.

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    1. Hi, I am not looking forward to empty nest syndrome at all. I have a poem dedicated to that specific topic in my book due out in December / January entitled “Empty Table”, you may like to read it then ๐Ÿ™‚ (I’ll have an eBook version available on my blog).

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