A Few Cherished Hours

I haven’t had the time to write a poem
the last two days, with all the doing here.
The solitude and silence of my home
is missing in this loving atmosphere.
There’s conversation to be had – it’s clear
we want to cook the meals and serve the food.
There’s five to hug and one to pet, and near
to perfect’s everybody’s attitude.


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