it is in these last few
moments of my day
when the house is quiet
and my boys,
big and small...are asleep.
when all the daily
chores are done
and it is time for,
one last cup of tea...

i often sit,
silently by the big,
bay windows and watch
the moonlight dance,
upon a silvered sea.

and see the owl,
swoop down and take a small mouse morsel,
from the ground.

or watch the possums scamper down,
to steal the petals from
a flower and delicately, nibble away...

it is in these,
silent moments.
that i pinch myself....
and sigh in relief...
that i am not some,
poor sad woman. ....dreaming
of this beautiful life
i am so blessed, to be living....

then i check my baby boy,
once more....
kissing his little head...
and slide into my bed,
to curl myself about,
the man i am enamoured of.