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A Friday morning poem, “Friday Morning” – by: Ghada Shahbender

The Red Cottage door
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Friday Morning – Poem by Ghada Shahbender

A blank wall the ugly color of dust
Two drain pipes covered in pigeon droppings and rust
I roll down the shutters to keep Friday morning out
The humid air, the children who swear and the parents that shout.

Newspapers, a cigarette and a huge coffee cup
Heart pouring to Kika, waiting for my children to wake up.
Remembering the years when they came to my bed at dawn
Droopy eyes and toothless mouths open wide in a sweet breathed yawn.

They have grown up and I have aged.
The boys actually drive and the girl is engaged.
I tell the parrot it’s been a wonderful trip.
I pick up my coffee and take another sip.

This entry was posted on October 5, 2018 by . It was filed under Humanism, Images from the Garden, Images of Autumn, Irish Landscapes, nowness, Poetry Gallery and was tagged with , , , , , .

4 responses

  1. Fred

    Nice! Thank you.

    Fred O’Callaghan

    October 5, 2018 at 6:08 pm

    Reply
  2. GP Cox

    The perfect retirement poem because every day is Friday. 🙂

    October 5, 2018 at 7:36 pm

    Reply
  3. dianaed14

    Very poignant

    October 6, 2018 at 9:06 pm

    Reply

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