Mornings After

I awake, little sleep have I had as I
watched my friends play into the night,
in the mornings after.
I smell the breeze, and feel the coldness
of early hours on my exposed skin,
in the mornings after.
Memories of mornings after in my mind.
I awake, little sleep have I had as I
prepared myself for the tests and trials of the day,
in the mornings after.
I smell the food, and feel the growling
of my belly urging me to walk faster,
in the mornings after.
Memories of mornings after in my mind.
I awake, little sleep have I had as I
worked into the night and prepare myself to see my husband to be,
in the mornings after.
I smell the fear, and feel the heartache
as he tells me of his unfaithfulness and his love for me,
in the mornings after.
Memories of mornings after in my mind.
I awake, little sleep have I had as I
worried about the latest fight and he stormed out the door,
in the mornings after.
I smell the anger and feel the pain
as we once again try to re-build what we vowed to hold dear forever,
in mornings after.

AEM - 1998

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