Alone This Morning Poem by Francie Lynch

Alone This Morning



Alone This Morning


I'm pleasantly surprised
I'm alone this morning.
Twenty years ago,
A generation or so,
It wasn't so still.
The gift vault doors were shut,
And children were gathering,
Wanting in.
Not selfish,
Curious with anticipation.
I never imagined
I'd be alone
On this morning,
For a few hours.
Soon children with children
Will gather at my door
With anticipation,
Not curiosity.

Monday, December 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: anticipation,children,christmas,christmas day,daughters,doors,grandchild,love,morning,alone
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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