My Time

All are in bed,
This house so quiet,
so full.
These hours are mine,
A time to ponder the day,
gone by.
Smiling inside,
So fond of this precious time,
alone am I.
A cup of herb tea,
A book, or mostly the T.V.,
with me.
No crys of Mom,
Meals all cooked and ate,
just tired.
I look around me,
Warm inside I see,
this my home.
This house so quiet,
My home, my loves,
my life.


December 3, 1982
I miss that home at 33rd & Orchard in the Star City. ♥