I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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24 April 2012

Morning Now

 Morning now is different,
and waking up unwelcome.

The cats still have the same habits,
but no-one now pats the bed
to entice Levi up for a cuddle 
when he mews at 5 am for food.

I don’t have to give the insulin,
take the blood sugar,
fetch the tablets ...

And there is no-one 
to snuggle back down with,
to read with, to eat with. Hard
to get used to using
the one-cup coffee plunger.

April PAD Challenge #23: Morning

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