Sunny Side Up

Sunny Side Up

The morning breaks in gold,

light spills across the floor.

The kettle hums its song,

while bread begins to rise.

Sunny side up on the plate,

a symbol of beginning.

The day holds out its hand,

inviting me to try.

I taste the warmth of hope,

as if the sun is near.

Each bite a quiet promise,

that sorrow can be fed.

The window shines with light,

the curtains breathe with air.

I sit with steady calm,

and watch the morning grow.

Sunny side up they call it,

a phrase of brighter things.

To turn the world around,

and lift the heavy dark.

Yet even as I smile,

the night is not erased.

But morning gives me reason,

to walk a lighter road.

I hold the plate with care,

as though it were a gift.

Sunny side up reminds me,

that hope can taste like bread.

So let the morning stay,

with yolk as bright as day.

A gentle sign of courage,

to carry me along.