Her only precious possession was morning.
The first few seconds upon waking,
feet still in the land of the dreaming.
Those few sacred moments of stillness
before the world around surrounded her
reappearing in predictable sound and color
to force her into the structured daylight
a day when she was to lead
the one expected of her.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Photo taken on my trip to Italy, summer 2016.
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Early morning reflections before the world wakes … lovely and peaceful words Ali.
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Thanks for the reply Miriam.
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I loved this! Those few first moments after awakening are the best, right before the reality of the day to come actually sets in.
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Ann thank you for letting me know that you related to this poem. It is always wonderful to hear from you.
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feet still in the land of dreaming.
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Thanks for your reflection Kirsten.
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