The morning sun shows its face
through the sheer curtains on my window
creating pockets of light and shadow.
This moment,
This minute,
This hour,
Something I look forward to
a new day dawning
new dreams to uphold.
And my pen waits on these pristine pages,
and I smile as I begin to write.
Chasing thoughts running in my head.
I always get how much you value every day now Arlene. When you have survived critical illness, it must make you cherish each morning in a way that no-one else can.
Best wishes from England, Pete.
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So true Pete, I do! Being given a second chance at life will always be a blessing.
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