Angel of the morning light
Angel of the morning light,
the sun is up
and the sun is bright
and still I see you sleep
on a Saturday morning.
Last night your cries
and lovely sighs
rang sweet in my ears
and now your head
is on a pillow
and your long brown hair
lies strewn like a sheaf of flowers.
I tend to the pets,
prepare some breakfast
and when you open your eyes
the gold of green and brown
glitters like fire
and there’s a sweet
smile on your face.
poem by Gert Strydom
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