by Calsue Murray

Created on: February 24, 2009

<?xml:namespace prefix = v ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:vml" /> My Time

Before the coming of daylight

While the creatures of night still stir

I awaken refreshed, energized and emboldened

With creative thoughts all a-blur

In the early years of my childhood

I just lay awake and listened

To the sounds of our sleeping household

As moonlight, through rips in our night shades,

Sparkled, twinkled and glistened.

Throughout my pre-adolescent years,

Being trusted with grown-up chores,

I took pride in firing up the pot-bellied stove,

Before anyone else awoke,

Without disturbing their restlings and snores

With our main room well-heated

And wash-up water set to boil,

I nestled into my favorite corner

Free of any more morning toil.

As the rest of "My Time" elasped

I read, I thought, I planned and I schemed

I wrote, secretly, of the things that I dreamed.

Into adolescence, into High School and beyond

"My Time" became precious to me

As the time for home work, self-reflections and decisions

About the person I dreamed that I, someday, would be.

Now, after decades as a husband, a father and a teacher

"My Time" continues to allow me,

While the household slumbers in peace,

To enjoy that precious "Still Point"

That is increasingly hard to reach.

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