Then Comes the Morning

Sue Gibson
Darkness descending like a shroud
Swallowing the shadows.
Leaving only the day's memories
To be stored or forever lost.
But the darkness is growing fainter
Even from its first beginning.
Until the darkness is the memory
Then comes the morning.

Source: written by Sue Gibson

Published by Sue Gibson

I am a 65 year young grandmother who enjoys throwing frisbiees, shooting hoops, and playing pitch with my grandchildren. My oldest grandson and I also enjoy making and flying paper airplanes. I also teach Su...  View profile

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  • Stephanie Jeannot11/17/2010

    Morning breaking sure does bring hope. A new kind that wasn't there before.

  • Zona Zirconia10/24/2010

    great info; thanks for sharing ♥ hubby having surgery tomorrow, so will probably be behind in looking at everyone's articles, too :)

  • Spy Radio10/24/2010

    well done...

  • Zona Zirconia10/15/2010

    Incredible article:) Thanks for sharing. ♥

  • Delicia Powers9/21/2010

    tweet!

  • Lee Hansen9/16/2010

    pv love Sue

  • Donald Rothra9/14/2010

    very well done. I like it.

  • Carrie Matilda9/6/2010

    nicely done.

  • mildred windham9/4/2010

    great poem, nite, nite.

  • Kelly French9/4/2010

    beautiful words.

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