Angel of the morning light, <br />the sun is up <br />and the sun is bright <br />and still I see you sleep <br />on a Saturday morning. <br /> <br />Last night your cries <br />and lovely sighs <br />rang sweet in my ears <br />and now your head <br />is on a pillow <br />and your long brown hair <br />lies strewn like a sheaf of flowers. <br /> <br />I tend to the pets, <br />prepare some breakfast <br />and when you open your eyes <br />the gold of green and brown <br />glitters like fire <br />and there’s a sweet <br />smile on your face.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-of-the-morning-light/
