How often do I sit and wonder how long <br />It will be before I find <br />Some new and unexplored thoughts <br />Creeping into my mind? <br /> <br />When the words are needed <br />They will appear. <br />And I’ll awaken to their purpose <br />As they come near. <br /> <br />And when they arrive they repeat <br />In my brain. <br />They drip slowly and saturate my mind <br />Like rain. <br /> <br />They cannot be let go. <br />They cannot be allowed to flow <br />Before I capture them <br />And allow them to grow. <br /> <br />This morning my thoughts take me <br />To when I’m a baby again. <br />Unable to fend for myself at all, <br />Lying there and wondering when <br /> <br />My nurturer will provide me with <br />Comfort and love. <br />I use my voice. I give a cry <br />And am instantly surrounded by love. <br /> <br />I was one of the fortunate ones to be born <br />Cradled and rocked and warm. <br />I was blessed with parents that cared <br />And kept me safe from harm. <br /> <br />My thoughts now turn to ones that were not, <br />All you sweet little ones. <br />It disturbs my morning and interrupts my peace <br />For all the daughters and sons <br /> <br />That cry for love and crave the arms <br />That escaped when they were born. <br />The world is cruel. The scenes repeat <br />And drop the unfortunate at our feet. <br />My morning passes. My thoughts do not. <br />They move along with me. <br />I’ve never been able to turn them off. <br />They’re with me repeatedly.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-thoughts-9/
