Sunny Mornings, I Value You So Much, Prose Poem, Giavanna Paparozzi

Sunny Mornings, I Value You So Much

On a sunny morning, in utter silence, aside from the occasional cars passing by, and the birds chirping; I soak it in. It feels nostalgic to me. With every fiber in me, I focus on all of the birds

chirping, the essence of the bright, rising sun, the serenity. I cherish it for the simplicity of the moment, the stillness. I am a structured person, I like routines. When they are disrupted, I fixate

on it. So in these mornings, with everyone at home asleep, it is just me, my morning routine, the morning sun, and the birds. It removes me from the loudness of my home, the chatting, the TV,

the music. Sometimes, all that noise is too much for me. Why can’t mom handle sitting in

silence? The longer the day gets, the morning leaves and the humidity comes. As the sun grows stronger, it takes me to the lonely summers being by myself, the envy I would be high on,

watching my classmates stay in touch and go to the beach together. I never had that, the

community that one would make with their classmates. But, I don’t care anymore because I still

have the sunny mornings, with the fresh morning air, give me the alone time I need. I don't ever want it to leave.

Giavanna Paparozzi