a brief moment
of silence

sitting and listening
searching my soul
talking to my creator
dreaming big dreams

the rustle of sheets
the shuffle of little feet
stretching and yawning
morning mumbles

interrupting my moment, my time
the morning is broken

i take a deep breath
and greet the day
(again)

i wish for more
more time to sit
more time to think
more time to just be

but my ‘more’ning is broken
and the sound of quiet begins to crack

but when my perfect morning breaks wide open
and tumbles down
i am surprised

morning has broken
and shattered into a million brilliant pieces

the sound of laughter, giggles, smiles
covering this spot, this moment
and though the sun is not yet up,
i feel the happiness and warmth of sunshine
from the depths of me,
bubbling to the top,
trying to be free…

morning is broken
by my favorite littles
(although surely it won’t be the only thing they break today)

morning has broken
and oh, what a glorious day!

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Although it’s not Friday, I was inspired by this post from Amy at doobleh-vey.
So I set my timer for 5 minutes and you could tell I hadn’t written in a while-
The words were coming faster than I could type.
(And, I might add, I was fairly pleased with the results.)