You wake in the morning

You wake in the morning

And the first thing, the very first thing

Is that a veil drops over everything.

Worrier me.

Now.

I am fine. All with me is at it should.

Comfortable and comforted and good.

But I worry.

Extended families; near and dear

There’s always something here

For me

To think too much about.

And I worry.

Oh, I know!

There’s not a lot I can do

And if there was I would!

They have all grown up and gone.

My sons are married

But there’s always something to nag me, true.

So I try and block things out, I do!

But I don’t succeed.

And so I shouldn’t.

Softee me.

And there is a reason there

And it is because I care.