Different Now
Happiness is different now
Sitting gently on the floor
Slowly folding clothes for one
Speaking softly to the tiny soul
Who warmly sits beside me
Sharing just this task, and time
As the joy of nothing much
But mine, swaddles me so sweetly
That I weep for such simplicity
Could you have ever been
So completely still with me
-me
Painting: Wrapped in Silence, by Cheryl Bruce
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