It’s early in the morning
Two hours before the light
I look around to see who’s there
No one is in sight.
I set both baskets by the gate
Kneeling to the ground
Tying my shoe, I say good-bye
I know you will be found.
Standing up I look once more
Up and down the street
My hand picks up one basket
The task is now complete.
Please don’t cry my darling
Let me walk away
My heart remains there with you
Until my dying day.
© October 20, 2005
