Contented

I walk through the house at night
Not being able to sleep
Walking down the hall on the right
Avoiding the boards that creek

I hover over my sleeping son
As he smiles and laughs through a dream
His face so peacefully quaint
Lit up by a visiting moonbeam

The dog joins me in the kitchen
Having heard the patter of my feet
She wags her tail in happiness
Hoping for a night time treat

I look at pictures of my wife
Hanging on the walls
Enjoying the memories
That each of them recalls

I walk in and out of every room
With no real purpose in mind
As if I am looking and searching
For sleepiness to find

I return to the master bedroom
And under the covers I do slide
Feeling the warmth of my wife
Sleeping by my side

I place my hand upon her back
And she let’s out a soft, pleasant moan
I am a happy man
In this castle, I call home

liferhyme

♡Like0

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Carrie Richards

November 10, 2010 at 11:23 AM

A perfect title....how enjoyable to read such contentment.....for one to know true joy and gratitude in the wee hours of a dark night is unmistakably the sign of a happy home. :) Love this poem! :)

Carolyn Devonshire

November 10, 2010 at 9:31 AM

Just having someone lying next to you when you turn in at night is such a comforting feeling, Joe. I like the way you describe treading quietly throughout the house, admiring your son and your wife's photos. A lucky man you are to be so blessed! Really enjoyed this poem. Love, Carolyn