The First Blessing of My Day


She stirs, when I get up in the morning. I use a flashlight, so she won’t be disturbed. I quietly move around the bedroom, then a shower to get dressed. Sometimes she mumbles in her sleep, reaches out her hand. I never could resist the softness of her skin. I gently place my hand in hers, and I say, “Shhh”, leaning over to plant a kiss.

I tiptoe down the hallway, grabbing my lunch from the fridge. And as I head out, turning the key in the lock to make sure she’s safe, I can sense her spirit. She’s praying for me, I just know it.

The first blessing of my day.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”


14 thoughts on “The First Blessing of My Day

  1. Wow! What a special post this was…wonderful read. And I felt like I was right there with you…as you tiptoed your way around and headed out. I felt like I was observing all this…you write very beautifully 🙂

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