In the Morning by Ann Privateer
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. Continue reading In the Morning by Ann Privateer