Joy comes in the morning, but sometimes at noon.
The day is just starting and I need a glimmer soon.
Hours of talking revive and restore,
shedding new light on what was before.
Before all the tissues, the tea and the talk.
Before we were learning how to toddle and walk.
Understanding brings hope to the center again.
A new day is dawning and it's ten after ten.
Copyright T.L. Eastman 2008
Original Art from the blog Until my last breath
Comments
Thanks for reading my blog!...and for sharing my artwork.
Love your blog-- It's beautiful!
I'll be back--
Christy :)
Thanks and see you in blog world soon!
Tara