Showing posts with label Surviving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Surviving. Show all posts

Thursday, August 22, 2019

Morning


When the air is fresh
you feel it:  you get stronger
with each breath.

Your son
is slicing oranges
and it’s so sweet—
he’s so sweet—the scent
of his golden-brown hair
warm with sun.

The old deck creaks a bit
as you walk on it,
cracked and weather worn
as you are,

but still here,
still here.


© 2019 Jennifer Wagner