Constant churning purr soothes,
Drowning out the household sounds.
Chairs shake and rattle,
Elephant stomp their flurry, hurry.
Sweet quiet, smooth as glass,
As slumber takes hold of the house.
Amongst the jubilant hands,
Grabbing for Mom’s careful tending.
Nature’s song of birds,
Blowing winds among the trees.
Busy feet, buzzing phones, and
Random talk intrude, as I wait…