The house is quiet
like church on a week day
in the still of the morning
after everyone has gone.
I sit in the recliner
and survey our backyard.
I hear the hum
of the pool pump,
the twitter of birds
The phone is silent;
no messages
 
There’s time to reflect
about the good of my life:
children are working,
grandchildren are happy
at school and college,
and my husband
is still feeling strong.
For now,
the morning enfolds me.
Blessed am I to be content.
Alleluia.

© by Barbara Eknoian.
Used with the author’s permission.