Quiet Bliss Is
watching your dark-green cornstalks,
wafted by the morning breeze,
sway and tilt toward one another,
buoyant and frolicking, huddling,
grateful and glad for the touch
of either sun or rain;
coming home, soaking wet and
shivering, tired and famished,
on a thunder-shattered, stormy
night, to the glorious kitchen
scent, grandma with the kids,
stewing chicken;
and hushing your wife back
to sleep as you slowly put
down an absorbing book
at 2 a.m. at the slightest stirring
you hear from your winsome
wonder in the crib !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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