Morning Memories

Morning Memories

Dew drops cling to blades of grass,

Morning chill, a gentle pass,

A warm hug on a winter's day,

The smell of coffee, a familiar way.

Simple moments, once so bright,

Taken for granted, lost in sight,

Now missed, a distant past,

Just a memory, forever to last.

In morning's quiet, peaceful hush,

I find myself, a gentle rush,

The world awakens, slow and cold,

But in these moments, my heart's made whole.

Let me savor each fleeting breath,

And hold dear these simple truths of life and death,

For in the stillness, I find my way,

And morning's beauty lights the day.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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