One sided

My mornings should be so much easier now,

what used to be a chore is merely half of a memory

 

When that alarm clock sings

and I toss and stretch about,

kicking my feet to the chilly floor,

preparing my eyes to accept the rising sun

now gleaming happily through the blinds

I yawn once, maybe twice

before falling back beneath the covers,

and crying in my pillow

 

Because the mornings are when I am reminded,

I now only have one side of the bed to make

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Willweb, please don't make me cry as I ride the train to work.
People are looking and it's, well, a tad embarrassing...

Needles to say, I admire the simple honest emotion and beauty of your words.
As I always do...

[willweb]

Thank you so much Ance. Didn't mean to make you cry...just tell those looking it is allergies. :) I enjoyed reading your comments today. Thank you again.

[Matching Socks]

Ha! Brilliant!

"You ok ma'am?"
Uh, yeah. Fine. Allergies...

[willweb]

I would believe you.

[Cory Barrett]

I agree with Rita. This one breaks the heart.

[willweb]

Streamline, thank you for your comments on my poem.

[Rita L. Sev]

This is a heartbreaking poem, Will... makes me think of my mother without my dad... you have captured the essence of the little things carrying great significance.

[willweb]

Thank you so much Rita for your comment on my poem. Yes, it is sad to look over and not see who had always been there.