Cloak of the Worker

Dawn chorus serenades unnoticed,
As work worn wearily
The cloak of the worker
Is mechanically draped once again. 

The day has yet to unveil its light-
Night’s crisp dew bejewels the world.
Silent. Mirroring unshed tears of guilt:
Missing another of their days. 

Every sound seems so huge
When you are trying to be silent,
Trying not to disturb-
An intruder in your own castle. 

Monotonous breakfasting then driving
Gives the mind freedom to imagine,
It tortures and torments about time missed,
As the car pulls you further away. 

Not there for lazy days in the garden
Laughing. Jumping. Running. Relaxing.
Not there for carefree moments
Gaming.  Baking. Playing. Chilling.

The cloak of the worker is heavy:
It’s a hero’s cape for all that you do. 

But twist the kaleidoscope- look again
You are there in every moment.
Every alarm that takes away,
Gives the childhood they devour. 

The dawn chorus serenades you,  listen.
The sacrifice of time you give.
The dew is not tears of loss,  look.
They sparkle for you. 

The selfless separation for security, safety
As the distance yawns you apart.
Each mile.  Each moment.  But always back.
Because you never leave their heart.

Author: Lowrey E. Gray

Usually found with a cup of tea, a pet or a book, I am most content with life's humble gifts. A catch up with friends and home baked cakes is my idea of bliss. My heart beats where my family are close but my soul will always be in that place between sunset and sunrise. 💚

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