Careful What You Wish For...

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I miss those quiet mornings

when I would sip my coffee

and contemplate the day,

perhaps pen a few lines 

listening to the songs

of the spring birds 

returning to our yard.

I am still trying to adapt

to these new–found sounds:

mindless chatter and drone

the T.V. on for background noise

game shows, reality shows;

"What is 'reality?'” I ask myself

Reality is that things change;

The Fates and the Reaper work hand in hand,

must be careful what I wish for

lest your voice and banter disappear into the void

leaving me in silence forever.

So I'll listen as you watch these shows, amused,

 and wrapped inside my thoughts, I'll pen my blues.

© Ginny Brannan 2018