This morning I wake –
the familiar twist in my gut
and thoughts begin
their usual race…
This can’t be happening!
I’m not ready! I haven’t sorted
my house, my finances, my inbox,
my poems, my knicker drawer.
I barely make the stairs
without tears,
just about manage
a good morning hug.
Then I step outside
into sunlight and
break bread
with the birds.
…………
Laura Cameron lives in Northern Ireland. She loves writing poetry, painting pebbles, baking and sharing cakes, being outdoors, dogs, knitting simple things, laughter and spending time with people.