Morning Sun

For someone distant, but near to heart.

When the morning sun whispers you awake,

you are not the same woman as the night before . . .

but you are every woman that you've 

ever been . . .

in all the years that yet remain.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Okay, so I do like this one C.M.
Because it made me think...and that is always good...
I played around just a bit with your words... Hope you do not mind... Delete them if you want...

Morning sun whispers you awake,
you are not the same woman as the night before.

You are every woman you have ever been ...
with years that still remain.

I think you left off the word AS in the second line...

[Pete]

well the morning sun does have a way of uniquely illuminating all - past, present and future. loved the opening line ... :)

[emmajoy]

Owe you a review from weeks ago.. i plain forgot, which in turn is plain insulting. Please forgive. .

Some woman you have in mind, she should still be floating on cloud number trillion.! Your words are created from heart to head and full of beautiful promise. Those years that remain will be eternal if you have your way. Glorious writing.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear C.M. the perfect words to describe the pleasure of
living life to the fullest... when the morning sun whispers you awake.
Another day to be fulfilled with the magic of the day... perhaps a
bird on wing or raindrops falling softly... seeing people and events
in a different way... forever amazed. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest C.M.-- of all the things I ver accomplished... the best is the birth of
my son Robert and daughter Edie. They both have become wonderful parents in their own time. As we approach Mothers Day in May... we can celebrate the creation of women who carry our babies in a special memory of love spent on sunny days when clouds drifted through many years with a few tears now and then. truly, Pat

[An owl on the moon]

What a wondrous joy awakens in your words... in her life... how she changes and transforms, day by day... and carries with her all the bliss of her existence. The morning truly is a transforming space.