Melancoly at the end of a weekend

Sometimes I sit and think,
and sometimes I just sit.

This is me at the moment
The busy Easter weekend is over

The house is back in order
The washing is done
The supper is simmering on the stove
The children has been and gone
...and I am at rest.

I love this feeling
I love the peace
I love the quiet
I love the contentment
I love knowing that they are safely home
...so I am at rest.

I know I will remember
I will remember the sharing
I will remember the fun
I will remember the chaos
I will remember the laughter
I will remember the cameraderie
...but for now, I am at rest.


DUTA said...

...and I love your poem and your blog.

A human kind of human said...

Oh my Gosh Duta, thanks for calling it a poem. It is actually just a jumble of thoughts and impressions, but thank you.

Arley said...

I actually thought it was a poem as well! I couldn't have said it better myself! Beautiful words!!

Argent said...

I thought it was a poem too. I love that feeling that you get when everything's taken care of - doesn't happen nearly often enough :-)