The Ferris Wheel (2) Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

The Seasons of the Day:
THE FERRIS WHEEL
Part 2.The Morning

The morning
The dawn
as healthy as the Dutch brown bread
as bad as a fiddle
invigorating as the first dew
on your face

Oh, cutie
the color, not the smell
as quiet green as emerald
Am I despised?
no, honey, you are never despised
risen on the last night´s stairs

My dawn
I have chosen you
as the darling of the whole night
I worship you, I never despised you

my morning treatment at this early hour
at last a morning mood
ever known
perhaps, with most people

I have known
my whole life always been pampered
Well, if you give love once
you get them back by million times
I mean here:
money does not grow on my back
I am only talking about love
the mental part
all devoted love
you will definitely come back

How do I know all these?
and do not forget a thing
before the day is spent by me
I say with all respect and plight
with the right choice of words
the hands folded together
up to God
my sins confessed
my thanksgiving prayer for all blessings
that I have obtained from God
the only one who fully satisfies me
and pure love
God is love
if you can not continue
and you give in
then lay all yoke and sins
at His Feet
for His Presence

© Sylvia Frances Chan
AD. Saturday, August 25,2018
@ 6.18 hours AM West-Eur. Time