The Joy of the Morning

Posted on November 3, 2012 by Cynthia Peterson

The Joy of the Morning

The sun barely rises
the sweet sound I hear
the giggles of boys
coming from near
two little imps
rolling and laughing
in a darkened room
at the end of the hall
the sound of those boys
giving us all
the strength to get up
to face the new day
the joy of the morning
contained in the sound
of two little boys bounding around

10:33 pm est

 

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