Clean Air
A step into the laundered air of morning
leaves dreams to simmer, glower and escape.
I glance toward the sunrise, pink melting into fiercest blue.
A sparrow etched in silhouette against the morning sky
pretends, like me, to be the only one awake ---
I was wrong, my oak tree fills with tweets and feathers
happy bicycle-bells chime "good morning! Off to school"
Breathing deep the cleansing air
I know that life is good to me.
I'm reluctant to wake you my dear husband,
if only you could return and keep me company.
Marjon van Bruggen
July 2015
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Author Notes
I was trying, in that period, to keep my personal life and awareness separate from my caring for my sick Carlo. I understood him sometimes, many times I did not. He could not share the same little pleasures in life with me anymore.
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