Lulled by the hum of the dishwasher,
The baby dozes in my arms
While my husband joins him from the comfort of his favorite chair.
Our big kid mutters to himself over Legos
And the cat stretches her fur in the last of the sunlight
Coming through the open window.
The breeze raises a few curls from the back of my neck
And I feel the day uncoiling
Slowly, thread by thread.
Soon there will be dishes and dinner, baths and bedtime,
But for a minute it can keep,
For a minute I can listen to this quiet song.
Cover image by Krishh.