Dewdrops in the Dawn

Dewdrops in the Dawn 

by Sheree Zielke

(dedicated to mothers & children and grandmothers & grandchildren the world over)

I know not what, I know not why,

For those morning dewdrops make me cry.

In awe.

Birthed in groans, before the light,

Those lovely dewdrops are a sight.

To behold.

A tentative touch, afraid to break,

Lovely dewdrops, the Lord doth make.

For us.

To have, and to hold, but not too strong,

For dewdrops change, as days grow long.

Too much.

As the sun raises fiery arms towards the day,

Those tiny dewdrops slip away.

Too fast.

Were I the sun, and in my sky,

I wouldn’t raise my arms so high,

I’d let those little dewdrops lie,

For just a while longer.