In the Morning

When sun shines in
And flaws take shape
Because mother said
You must be perfect
Even if the man in bed
Isn’t, I’m wed to someone
I don't know who owns
Summers of snow
No flowers, no hope
With nothing to guide
Even love needs faith
To shine through.

Bio:

Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of her recent work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.