Morning Thoughts Poem by Edwina Reizer

How often do I sit and wonder how long
It will be before I find
Some new and unexplored thoughts
Creeping into my mind?

When the words are needed
They will appear.
And I’ll awaken to their purpose
As they come near.

And when they arrive they repeat
In my brain.
They drip slowly and saturate my mind
Like rain.

They cannot be let go.
They cannot be allowed to flow
Before I capture them
And allow them to grow.

This morning my thoughts take me
To when I’m a baby again.
Unable to fend for myself at all,
Lying there and wondering when

My nurturer will provide me with
Comfort and love.
I use my voice. I give a cry
And am instantly surrounded by love.

I was one of the fortunate ones to be born
Cradled and rocked and warm.
I was blessed with parents that cared
And kept me safe from harm.

My thoughts now turn to ones that were not,
All you sweet little ones.
It disturbs my morning and interrupts my peace
For all the daughters and sons

That cry for love and crave the arms
That escaped when they were born.
The world is cruel. The scenes repeat
And drop the unfortunate at our feet.
My morning passes. My thoughts do not.
They move along with me.
I’ve never been able to turn them off.
They’re with me repeatedly.