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.