Morning
- Tabatha Jenkins
- Apr 17, 2017
- 1 min read
We still woke up
when our alarms went off.
We still groaned
and complained,
rolling our heads around
just searching
for that restfulness
that seems impossible to gain.
Our cups were filled
with coffee,
our clothes thrown on,
goodbye kisses rushed
as time seemed
to charge forward.
It's just another
damn Monday.
We knew our days
would drudge forward.
Constantly tired,
stressed, hungry,
out of breath,
except for her
who took her last breath
as we slept.
She'd never again know
the quiet stillness
of the morning.
