The Room

10am, blinds shut,

closing out light and the world ~

or keeping them in?

A place of revelation…

11am, blinds open,

morning creeps in,

touches the cheek of a sleeping child,

then moves away.

2pm, the kettle boils,

tea is made,

a small meal prepared

to tempt a fragile appetite.

A beam of sunlight

enters the room,

warming both mother and child.

In the distance, a raven cries.