I find

Great comfort

In these

Early morning

Hours of

Silence simply

Recalling yesterday

And yesterday’s

Yesterday those

Joyful times

When the

Burdens of

Today hadn’t

Been recognized

As anything

More than

Hope of

Something better

But little

Did I

Know then

That those

Sweet sweet

Hours of

Happiness would

Be the

Very things

That continue

To give

Me the

Hope today

One of

The most

Difficult things

To do

Is to

Let live

Someone you

Love to

Let them

Leap from

The safety

Of the

Nest and

Out of

Your arms

To watching

Them soar

And be

That thing

They were

Always meant

To be

There is

Nothing grander

Than a

Knight in

Shining armor

On his

Way to

War except

The one

That returns

Weary dinged

And a

Tad rusty

For it

Is he

Who has

Seen the

World fought

The battles

And sought

To return

To you

And then

You’ll find

Someone another

Piece of

Bruised fruit

Handled and

Put back

Because of

Blemishes overlooked

And forgotten

But not

To sour

To sweeten

While those

Picked early

May be

Plump and

Seemingly perfect

Are often

The toughest

Driest and

Mealy time

Is the

The thing

That makes

Something sweet