Mary Naylor - Awake!

In the morning when I awake,
To the sound of birds by the lake.
As I lay there looking up,
Peace seems to fill me like a cup.

“Wake, wake! ” the birds chirp and cry!
Then, a radiant light fills the sky.
“Wake, wake to the new day! ” they trill.
I hear the laughter of children, and my heart fills,

For there is a joyous, chuckling laugh, I’ll hear no more,
No playful calling, no slam of the door.
No muddy shoes that track the floor.
I try not to cry, but tears fill my core.

Do you suppose heaven has frogs he can catch?
If he tears his clothes, is there someone there who can patch?
When I see him again, will he look the same?
Will he still collect marbles and love to play games?

Yet in the morning when I awake,
To the sound of birds by the lake,
As I lay there looking up,
Somehow, peace seems to fill me like a cup.

Mary Naylor

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