
Happy Poetry Friday! Last Sunday I woke early and padded into my office. Sleepy-eyed, I noticed something through the window – a light. Several lights, actually, in the house beyond our backyard. I stood by the window while I wondered who was awake in that house? Were they off to work? Leaving to catch a plane? In my mind I imagined a young adult, home for the holidays, but now needing to return to a life somewhere else. It wasn’t exactly a memory, but it filled me with a nostalgia that perhaps I had been there before, both as the one leaving and the one staying.
Before the Sun Wakes
Before the sun wakes,
before the birds call,
the lights in the little house,
warm and welcoming,
signal that someone is stirring.
Thankful for the laughter,
thankful for the love,
but needing to leave,
knowing
the lights in the little house
will always be there,
warm and welcoming.
For more poetry fun, head over to Beyond Literacy Link where Carol has the roundup and reminds us to remember there is much to appreciate in the world. Thanks for reading, and may your weekend be warm and welcoming.

