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
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loved the use of wax poetical! this poem brought me into your world. thank you 🙂
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Thank you for your kind words 🙂
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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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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 🙂 (I’ll have an eBook version available on my blog).
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I will look out for it! My blog is dotted with empty nest thoughts. Sometimes the nest is not so empty.
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🙂
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Lovely…kisses to both of them 😀
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Thank you! 🙂 they are good kids in general!
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