Her face takes shape in early morning light,
with the slow lifting of the bedroom blind.
A glory day still on hold – a given right.
Tomorrow is chosen the previous night:
routine and ritual focus the mind.
Her face takes shape in early morning light.
No aged anonymity, in beige-led flight
from youth; instead, bright pink, yet refined.
A glory day still on hold – a given right.
Laid out alongside, the necklace, gold and white,
bought by him for her and left behind.
Her face takes shape in early morning light.
She nurtures the seeds he planted, that they might
fight the darkness, bring suns, soft and kind.
Her face takes shape in early morning light.
A glory day on hold – a given right.