Precious Peaceful Moments

Relaxed as a baby in her mother’s arms,

I close my eyes,

Kick off my shoes,

And hum a few lullabies.

Sprawled in my wooden swing,

Away from the chores and routine,

I can sit and ponder life at leisure,

Slowing the pace of this well-worn machine.

Feeling the still cool earth against my feet,

I think about feeding songbirds,

Happy moments long gone,

Like my father’s soothing words.

Music lingers in with a breeze,

Quickly chasing away my forming tears,

The hum of a lawnmower in the distance,

Is a reminder of the passing years.

Wasn’t it only yesterday,

I plucked flowers and played games?

My life was filled so many people then,

I couldn’t possibly remember all the names.

I breathe deeply and relax again,

While I convince myself I am not old,

I can still dazzle and create joy,

Still offer shelter when the night is cold.

There are never enough of these moments,

Never enough time to find what we seek,

I keep my eyes closed for a while,

Content to swing without taking a peek.

© Dianna Doles Petry