adashofsunny “Love’s a night-song sweet sung by the tender strokes of wind ”
I want you guys to pen down your deepest feelings regarding love. Feel free to take the subject in whichever direction that you desire.
It’s late and I can’t sleep
so I slip from bed,
put on my robe and
in the darkness sit
next to the stove
in my rocking chair.
I hear the crackling of the wood,
a pop, occasional long low whistle
that rises then fades.
The quiet snuggles around me,
except for the squeaky chair, hum of the fridge,
sound is hushed and respectful of the night.
A muffled cough down the hall
rustling of covers, a short lived snore
then I hear him turn over.
I look at the Christmas tree
adorned but unlit
and the shiny paper, bright bows,
gifts overflow onto the floor – the grandchildren are here.
Oh, the excitement and chaos of the coming morn
brings a smile
but the greatest gift,
this gift of family together once again
fills me with contentment.
I go back to bed,
snuggle into his back.
His hand rests on my hip
and I close my eyes.
Good night, love, I whisper.