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.