One for the traveling, busy father who must go, leaving his sleeping children in their beds, and one for the wife who waits for him at home. These were written for a friend, but I've known so many families who go through this in one form or another, even my own parents in the past.

He Leaves on Another Journey
( a soft parting kiss to your forehead )
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Apart
( In the long, still hours when the children are asleep )
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The faded flowers of a life, and a heart.

Remembrance
( Rosemary sprigs she always kept )
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Sugar! I want sugar!

Kyrielle for the Sweet Life
( Midst vegetables I do repeat...Lord, grant me please a life that's sweet )
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Behind my hand that holds the door,
The stove burns warm, the kettle steams -
But still I stand and clutch my coat,
To fill my breath with the greener things

I sometimes wonder if the most important things in this life are much softer and smaller than we think they are. A cup of tea in the sunlight, a change in the air with coming spring.

Silver Day
( It was a silver sort of day )
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The First Wind
( How sweet its scent )
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A Drop of Honey
( Tip the honey-bear and pour me out )
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I want to kill my alarm clock.

Today's entries will be drawn from my store of original poetry (i.e. not based on a fandom, just my own life and thoughts).

These two are a light kick-off, a couple brief verses for those too-early mornings and too-busy days.

Pleasing to None
( Or 'Dawn is not always a welcome thing' )
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Another Day, Please
( Twenty-four hours? We want forty-eight! )
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