The sun used to shine early every morning.
At least, that’s how I remember it.
And the breezes were very gentle from the south.
I would stand on the front step and breathe
the air scented with white daffodils.
A bluebird would light on my shoulder
and whistle in my ear. I’d go inside
and make breakfast for the family
and we’d sit around the table
enjoying wild raspberries and cream
before we went out into the world.
I’d have another cup of fresh-brewed coffee
in the garden, and then the bluebird and I
would clean house with the other birds,
all of us singing all the while.