Morning -
a new bird, gleam in eyes
a new flower, full of honor
my coat steals the fragrance
sun-rays bring new promise
way forward from hurt, insult,
yesterday's mark is erased.
Morning -
healing, soothing, consoling.
A new man
brings hope, assurance, confidence.
Pain, yes; but not permanent.
Loss, yes; but all not lost.
I stand,
I walk,
I look,
I dream,
and that bird, gleam in eyes
has flown so many miles.
Will I recognize him tomorrow?
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