Morning Murmurs

I look to thee,

through sleepy eyes.

Your teasing smile,

is pure delight.

Langured bodies still entwined.

Bathe beneath the window light.

Morning murmurs hover low.

As the waiting day must wait some more.

The pitter patter of tiny feet spring in the air.

As we pretend to sleep.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Lovely to read this little gem again Cherrie. Those were the days :)

Chris

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes when everything could be made right with kisses and cookies and a few stolen minutes.

[Dave Brown]

In our household it is now pitter patter of impatient little dogs feet that have early morning activated tongues
but who could possibly object

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes children grown and moved away.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A familiar scene I'm sure in many households around the world. On a technical note, I think the word "bathe" might better suit the presentation here than "bath". But maybe that's just me. Anyway, I enjoyed the read. F.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I agree with that. A much better fit. Thank you 😊 bathe it is

[Betty Hermelee]

little kids have no boundaries... even big kids! privacy is precious, specially when we are in sensual moods;
this poem perfectly points out when at a certain critical moment, a kid barges into a love tryst....they never learn....lovely and true poem Cherrie.
Best, B

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Betty and yes young love and young families are a beautiful thing.

[Betty Hermelee]

Indeed, you’re welcome
Have you read my poetry lately? Would appreciate it a lot…many thanks
B.

[Lisasview]

Sounds like rather young parents???
Oh how I long for those crazy days..but life comes in a terrible hurry and before one knows it we are gone...
Such a lovely poem...
Lisa

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes I miss the days of toddlers

[Lisasview]

Those were such great days...well, most anyway!
L

[William Michael Reeves]

Better lock the door until those languid bodies un-intwine. Or at least be ready for the birds and bees talk. This was cute. I like the waiting days waiting for days for the day to begin.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

LOL.I can'y imagine what it us like to get interpted while having sex my the kids.

[emmajoygreen]

Your poem somehow melds charm, the holding of breath -and your silent whi spers of 'Go back to Bed, it's still evening!' Your words are a magically painted canva s, Cherrie! Smiling at the thought..

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Emma.
I hope you have been feeling better.

[emmajoygreen]

You're very welcome. i s wonderful to be here. As with so many, have had low time s. But a s said - thi s time of year.. SPRING' S creeping near! Take care, keep safe. Hug s

( *S ems my S wan ts to e scape when u sed too m uch want s to e scape - sorry!)

[Cherrie Palmer]

It's great to see you swing by for a vist

[emmajoygreen]

This is my comfy zone. Cherrie. Thank you for your kind words, they mean such a lot after.. ..

[Einstein Noodle]

"Morning murmurs hover low." ... such pleasure to say that line in my head and out loud .. rolls off the tongue as they say ;) the scene pulls me in so gently ... the softness continues throughout .. the pitter patter in closing makes me smile with shared understanding .. love the minimalism .. delightful read for me Mon Cherrie! :)))))))))
E.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Playing possum is maybe the 2nd thing we learn as parents

[Einstein Noodle]

doesn't work tho does it!? :))))))))))

[Scott Andrews]

It is an incredibly lucid piece and I think would resonate with every parent. When an extra person enters your life, you begin the process of compartmentalising oneself. That eternal fight between trying to be great parent, and trying to live and satisfy human needs is a very tricky line to negiotiate.

If beauty is truth, and truth beauty, this is a beautiful poem, because it captures a universal truth. Well done.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Scott and yes I agree the balancing act of life can very beautiful.