Her Time (Repost April 2015)

Dawn was her time

Aurora would settle at the table

Listening as her husband slowly dozed off

And her children hadn’t quite begun to stir

She sipped her tea, watching

The sun spill across the skyline

Until orange and pink dyed her skin

Purple tangled in her hair

Every breath fresh and crisp

She felt herself come awake

And the quiet welcomed her into the day

For she knew this was her moment

Every second she consumed

Without a thought for anyone outside herself

The day belonged to everyone else

And the night she settled everything for bed

Dawn was her time

To feel alive


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