Doves In The Morning

Doves in the morning
And blackberry jam
Puzzle pieces
Of who I am.

Lightning bugs in a jar
And fresh dew on grass
Lifelines I cling to
Out of my past.

Long hot summers
And cool hardwood floors
I pick off the shelf
From my memory stores.

Childhood days
Then a wildwood phase
And life turned
Into strife.

Happiness in.
Happiness out.
"Is somebody there?"
I shout.

I'm making mistakes
And have no eraser
Life's going too fast.
I need a pacer!

But there is one way
To find who I am
Doves in the morning
And blackberry jam.

(c) Bobbie Burnett
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