Yes, very nice Sue. I enjoyed reading the piece.
Cheers,
Frank
> Upon Awakening
>
> All those mornings,
> waking from sleep,
> it was your voice
> I heard first --
> gentle, sleepy, kind.
> So many ways
> to measure loss
> like waking from a dream
> and no one speaks.
>
> Last night I dreamed
> of a lake
> without even a ripple,
> conifers pointed skyward, waterward,
> until it was hard to tell
> which image was real,
> sky or water, just still,
>
> a world with no clear rim,
> a blend of colors and quietness.
> I wouldn't want to live there,
> but I do --
> these voiceless mornings
> that go on like a dream
> without you.
>
> Sue Scalf
>
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