Reluctant To Get Up Poem by Sylvia Lukeman

Daisies and clover snow - clad the lawn
Petals bursting open with the singing birds at dawn.
Gentle summer breezes make them dance and sway
Then at dusk petals softly close
And flowers cease their play.

Reluctant to get up, yet so many things to do
I awake though not with birdsong
But with loving thoughts of you.

Not very long ago, I viewed each day with dread.
When neither boisterous birdsong nor church bells
Could shift me from my bed,

But apathy has forgotten
That it was ever born
And a multitude of thoughts of you
Dance with those flowers on the lawn



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