The morning

I don’t want to think of death
Not at this time of night
I want to wake up at dawn
To hear the voices of grandchildren
The patter of little children’s feet
Outside my bedroom door.
The chirping of birds
The clatter of dishes in the sink
The sound of kettle boiling water
To make a cup of tea or coffee
The dripping of honey or jam
On fresh toast…
It’s good to be alive
To feel the morning dew
As it falls gently on your skin
To feel the warmth of the sun
As it rises in the sky
Another new day another chance
To seize each moment
To be alive