Good Morning Wales
I love seeing you at the front door of my room in the mornings.
The sun and seagulls wake me up every morning. I hear his foot steps on the way to the kitchen, he still brings me tea and a morning kiss to my bedside every morning and still it stops me in my tracks, and I am generally taken aback in surprise that someone would take so much interest in me.
For so many years, I had taken care of others; my family. I guess it’s my turn; they say what goes around comes around, it’s a nice feeling. Thank you for your attention and your affections.
It was what had first caught my affection for you were the curtains; usually they were drawn fully closed and it became a habit for me to watch you open them as you set down our tea on the table.
Morning rituals in itself was unusual – the curtains were never fully closed, nor were they ever fully open. I never assume the morning tea.
This morning and by far the more important one – was a sleeping body stretched out on the bed next to me.