Morn’s light trickles over the edge of dawn,
Blossoms into day,
Breathing life into the present.
And I awake-
Awake with dreams forgotten,
Not stored.
I turn my face towards the day,
Breathe life’s essence and
Recall your words:
‘There’s more to life than work.’
‘Live life to the full.’
‘Be happy!’
‘Do it your way!’
Thank you Dad!
2010
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