Domestic Bliss
Twilights in my kitchen without me even wishing.
Dusk dances thru the house, twirls and swirls about.
Soft as any pillow, colors filter in.
They grace every window, smiling now and then.
It gives me pause to say exactly why
My home feels the cause of both earth and sky.
It is never easy to explain jubilant bliss,
But my own attempt would read like this:
It is the color of harmony from loving my life,
From joy in all I see, that brings this mood to me.
Like a soft breeze teasing your skin,
It is the freedom of not missing what has already been.
It is comfort without reaching, security before needing.
It is people hugging and holding, hearts tugging and molding.
It is the presence of loved ones even when in a different room,
And knowing your family is both your sun and moon.
... CayCay
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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