When the house is quiet
All the energy that courses, non stop, while everyone is awake ~
Is quietly breathing
sprawled out in the sleep of a child.
Dreams are being dreamed
The house is full of the day
Clothes everywhere
Every towel in the house wet in every room
dishes here and there
Shoes have traveled far
Feet are still dirty
Summer has made its mark
Grace pours in through the quiet
Rejuvenation comes to kiss my brow
In this sweet hour of peace
Keep sleeping little ones
Keep dreaming
xo
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