Soft As Peach Silk by Bobbi Sinha Morey

 Soft As Peach Silk


Like yellow flowers that fall
from acacia trees my eyelids
flutter open at the brimful
light, a dream waiting for me
in the morning just beyond
my bedsheets. Not more than
three days had passed that
a miracle had sprung into my
life opening the door to friendships
I'd longed to have, a new world
where me and my husband could
breathe, no hint of the one who
used to intrude into our lives.
The warm sky, the hours that
felt soft as peach silk; the gift
of a future touched only by God's
light.

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