Good Morning

by Nicole Lombardi / March 23rd, 2025

They were bombed while I dreamed,
while you cuddled, while he
turned on the little blue light for
his golden-haired girl who hates
darkness.

They ran while I dreamed and you
cuddled and she sang a lullaby to
her precious little boy who fears the
silence of sleep.

Down these streets I, you, he, she–
we gather our strength on
yet another morning–
we press on to the hum of cars,
clock in, and labor for another day
so that other people’s children
never know the peace of sleep.

Nicole Lombardi a high school English teacher and writer who lives in Oak Park, Il. She has essays published in Mindful Word, English Journal and Feels Blind Literary Magazine. Her poetry can be found in Beyond Words Literary Magazine, Dissident Voice, After Hours Press, and others. Read other articles by Nicole.

This article was posted on Sunday, March 23rd, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.