And I can hear the birds chirping as the hatchlings eagerly wait to be fed, a
I hear the whispers and laughter in the distance as children
Toddlers are whisked away in their strollers and by hand,
Other little ones ride by in excitement and wonder on scooters and tricycles,
Neighbors go about morning activities,
And I hear some chatting as they gather at the mailboxes,
Cars whiz by as their drivers make their way to work,
And the sound of dogs, big ones and little ones,
There is activity all around me.
But inside, inside there is silence.
The house so still I can hear the softness of my scarf
The house so quiet, my thoughts are awakened
And the reality settles in once again.
And you are not here.
And although it takes everything in my being,
Because it’s morning.
And I must go on.
In the shadow of my grief….
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