Sunday, April 08, 2012

In the Morning

I woke before dawn
unplanned, eyes just opened

A tentative birdsong
in the cool, hovering

My first thought
was you

Whatever did you think
that morning?

Alone in the
rising grey light

I have to believe
you laughed

Full-hearted
bellowing laugh

(the kind with tears)

I pictured you laughing
as you danced

On your own
briefly inhabited
grave

-lisa, Easter Sunday, 2012

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

keep writing poetry mama!!! :-)
and i can't wait to see you sooooo soon!

lisa said...

OK, I'll do that :-) xo

Anonymous said...

I love it.

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