Rainy Monday morning

Rainy Monday morning
Wet outside
Grey outside
Tears of the Earth wetting us
Giving us the water we need
To sustain us
Nourish us
Letting me know it is time
Time to go back to reality
Vacation over
Fantasy world done
Reality back for me now
Thrusting me back out there
Out there in the work world
Away from the cocoon of my family
Away from the protection
The love
The joy
Back to the grind
The hustle and bustle
On this rainy Monday morning
Reflecting my tears
To leave behind my family
To go back out there
To the day today
Should I be sad
Of course I am
What human isn't
What mother isn't
What father isn't
What child isn't
Sad to leave behind - family
To go out there
Back out there
After being together
Intimately together
As a cocoon
To face the hustle and bustle
The people who sometimes love us
And other times hate us
To be pitted against each other sometimes
To climb the corporate ladder
To be the best we can
When we feel the worse we ever have
On those occasions we fight
We scratch
We climb
Sometimes leaving ourselves behind
Rainy Monday morning
Grey Monday morning
Wet Monday morning
What a morning to have to leave
My family behind
What a morning for us
To all go our separate ways
Son doing one thing
Daughter another
Husband already out the door
Our separation already started
For us to fulfill the roles we chose
To make our family what it is
To allow us to do the things we do
To give ourselves to the world
The world out there
And to each other more importunately
The world inside here
Grateful though sad
For the roles we have chosen
That sometimes take us far apart
For us to be reunited
Rainy Monday morning
First day back at work
After ten whole blissful days together
Together with my family
Just us
In our cocoon
Our cocoon of love
A memory that will sustains me
Hold me over
Until our reunion
This rainy Monday morning
Wet Monday morning
Grey Monday morning
Reminding me of the sadness I carry
Of our blissful time done
But at the same time
Letting me know that
Grey is necessary
Just like the sun
Because without the grey and the rain
We would not appreciate the sun
We would not drink
We would not eat
We would not be able to sustain ourselves
The rainy grey days
Wet the ground
Then move along
Making way for
For the sun to shine
For life to carry on
Some days will be grey and wet
Others sunny and dry
Each day necessary
Each day made for us
Grateful to know
For every ending
There is a beginning
For every beginning
There is an ending
Rainy wet Monday morning
Ushering me back outside
In its greyness
To start a new work week
Grateful that I have what I have
Right here right now
Grateful for my time with my family
For the memories I shall forevermore cherish
And keep in the recesses of my brain
Treasures to sustain me
On this grey misty Monday morning
Here I come grey misty rainy Monday morning
Here I come
With a twinge of sadness of the ending
And gratitude for the new beginning coming
Rainy wet misty Monday morning
Here I come
Namaste