Premonition

A mother wakes, moments
before her baby’s cry, or
reaches with loving arms
just as her toddler stumbles

Call it instinct, or premonition

A sister calls in timely fashion,
was feeling a little concerned,
or arrives with tea just when
a break is exactly what’s needed

Call it instinct, or premontion

A daughter rushes to
her mother’s side, senses
the unanswered calls
are more than busyness

Call it instinct, or premonition

Then, why, when he cheated –
flaunted his courtships
with self-righteous bravado –
did I miss all the signs?

Denial negates instinct,
negates premonition.

(Premonition first appeared here February, 2018. Image my own)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

42 thoughts on “Premonition”

  1. It is a lot like when we were children, and believed in monsters, yet still we refused to look under the bed… or on the closet… trusting to the reassurance of the little night lite…!
    🇯🇲🏖️

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  12. I didn’t expect the ending, but makes for a perfect dichotomy. Those first three stanzas reminded me of all the times when someone just knows I need something, or I know someone else needs something. I love such connections.

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