Morning

Donathen my love,
How many mornings? Me grumpy, you jubiliant. Me cranky, you soothing. Me not wanting the morning. You enthralled at it. You would wake me because you had been up for hours.You would be lonely without me you said. I just wanted to continue sleeping.  How many coffees? How many massages to get the old body up and running? Countless. Countless, endless, and how I wish it were any one of those mornings. How I wish that I could greet you now this morning with as much love and joy and thankfulness as you showed me in all those mornings when I didn't want to face the day. How I miss you and how I miss the struggle of morning with you to help me face the day.