One morning, I woke up depressed.
My confidence had gone.
Why had it left me? What had I done wrong?
What had brought back memories long laid to rest?
I struggled, trying to adjust my thoughts,
Reluctant to leave my bed.
Searching for reasons and ways to lead me back,
To where I really wanted to be.
This is not me!
Suddenly, a little cry came from the floor;
The bed bounced.
A little face stared intently into mine, mewing,
“It’s breakfast time.”
A chuckle grew and grew
And the mood flew out the window.
I hugged my pet in gratitude.
I was back as good as new.
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