The day loomed heavy in the early morn;
My weary, tired eyes longed for needed rest;
I searched for some good but remained forlorn;
Stiff backed, chin up I prepared for the test.
A door quietly closing caught my ear;
Shuffling, you crawled with stealth across the floor;
First your head, then your eyes, focused and clear
Checking to see was it safe to show more.
Our eyes met, you feigned sleep, got on your feet,
Eyes mostly closed, stumbled over to me;
Wrapped arms around my neck; a hug so sweet
That burdens of the day I could carry.
And Robert Frost’s words once again rang true
As you changed some part of a day I rued.
September 1994
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