Morning to me

Day 02

October 31 2024

In the soft light of dawn, a new day awakes,

But instead of “Good morning,” a list gently breaks:

“Please take out the trash, and water the plants,

Fold up the laundry, and clean out the pans.”

The sun spills its gold through the window with care,

Yet tasks fill the air, with a weight to bear.

“Walk the dog now, and feed him his meal,

Dust off the shelves—let’s make this house real.”

But amidst all the duties, a moment of grace,

A breath of the morning, the sun on my face.

For in every chore, there’s a rhythm, a rhyme,

A dance in the daily, a stitch in the time.

So I gather my strength, with a smile in my heart,

Embracing the morning, I’ll play my part.

Though wishes are lost in the list that I see,

There’s beauty in doing, in simply being me.

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Morning to me

Waking up, the familiar sunlight spills into the room, but instead of a cheerful “Good morning,” a list of chores greets me. The air feels heavy with responsibility, a gentle reminder of all that awaits. Each item on the list pulls at my mind, urging me to leap into action rather than savor the stillness of dawn.

I glance at the tasks—take out the trash, feed the dog, tidy up. They loom like shadows, overshadowing the warmth of the morning. There’s a sense of urgency, as if the day demands my immediate attention, leaving little room for reflection or peace.

Yet, as I push through the initial weight of obligation, a strange clarity emerges. The act of moving through each chore becomes a ritual, grounding me in the rhythm of daily life. The simplicity of folding laundry or watering plants takes on a meditative quality. In this way, the day unfolds, not with the sweetness of a greeting, but with the quiet determination of purpose.

It’s a different kind of morning, one that speaks of responsibility and the hum of routine, reminding me that even in the absence of warm wishes, there’s value in every small task that shapes the day ahead.

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Good morning dear myself

I long for that gentle morning greeting,

A soft “Good morning” that wraps around me like a warm embrace.

I wish for familiar voices, laughter echoing in the air,

And smiles that greet me as the sun rises,

Instead of a list of chores waiting on the table.

The warmth of family, the comfort of their presence,

A shared moment of stillness before the day begins.

To sip coffee together, to feel love in the silence,

Not the weight of tasks that pull me from peace.

In that simple exchange, I find strength and joy,