Bliss

early morning mist lingers
draws a blanket around us
outside the birds chatter
make plans for the day

children’s soft snores
a moment of stolen bliss
I sip my tea and ponder
the sanctity of silence

(The Daily Post prompt: bliss.)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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