If I could wake to water's sound
From kitchen taps still running round,
Mom at the stove with morning light—
"Why does she rise so early, right?"
If I could wake to TV's glow
In living room, soft and low,
Dad in his chair, the screen now part
Of family life, close to heart.
Lying in bed, no need to rise,
No breakfast choices to devise,
No need to make the bed today,
Let troubles wait another day.
Those we've lost won't come again,
Except in dreams now and then,
Just one brief hug, one gentle glance,
One farewell wave, one final chance.
But dreams slip through like morning mist,
Each moment precious, quickly missed.
Can't bring them back, time flows away—
"Why did I wait? Why didn't I stay?"
Morning Memories
© Copyright: Миша Биркин, 2024
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