November 28, 2008

The Quiet Moment

When the table is cleared
and we've had enough,
All the cooks sit down,
put their feet way up.

There's a short short time
when it gets real still.
Of good food and good fun
we have had our fill.

Listen then, you will hear
plump babies on laps,
Snoring uncles, one aunt
by the fire take naps.

Little dog curled up,
big one stretched out,
only whispers and sighs
and not one shout.

It doesn't last long,
but it plays a part.
Its good for the home.
It's good for the heart.

The Quiet Moment!



I hope you all found your quiet moment yesterday.
Happy Holidays

PS, found the poem Here.

12 comments:

Anners said...

Great poem! I hope you had a nice Thanksgiving too.

tammy said...

Love the poem. Quiet moments are the best.

Kami said...

Aaah...thanks for the reminder, Beck. I hope you are having a nice weekend too.

T Bob said...

It felt like our whole Thanksgiving was quiet this year. But still very nice.

Debbie said...

Oops! Can you tell T.R. was home this weekend? It was great having him here.

Beach Girl said...

Thanks Beck! Love the poem.

Suzie said...

Great little poem. I did have a few minutes early in the morn to ponder the blessings in my life. It was wonderful until everyone woke up and freaking spoiled the quiet.

Happy Thanksgiving, Beck!

Tiffany said...

Fantastic poem! Yes, I had that quiet moment....maybe for the first Thanksgiving of my adult life. It was wonderful!

Camilla said...

Cute. . .hope you had a great day!

tiburon said...

Love the poem! Had more than one quiet moment - I hope you did too :)

Shauna said...

That poem is great, it really describes how it is after the feast. Our's wasn't quite so quiet this year.

Andrew Thornton said...

I just stumbled across your blog and this really feels apt to me. It's important to remember and cherish the Quiet moments.