In the Morning by Ann Privateer

Photo by Henri Mathieu-Saint-Laurent on Pexels.com
In the Morning

When sun shines in
And flaws take shape
Because mother said
You must be perfect
Even if the man in bed
Isn’t, I’m wed to someone
I don't know who owns
Summers of snow
No flowers, no hope
With nothing to guide
Even love needs faith
To shine through.

Bio:

Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of her recent work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.

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