I sit by the window

Sipping my chai

The squirrels chatter on the tree outside

The lazy clouds drift across the summer sky.

A slight breeze brushes across my face

Like a caress.

Doris Day plays in the background,

And my dog curled on my feet.

No one else around.

To one to cook for,

No one to clean after,

No one to look after.

Just me and my hard earned serenity.

ā€˜Iā€™m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words ā€“ March 2019ā€™

3 Replies

  1. Serenity in life as you rightly mentioned is not easy to come by. One needs to toil hard every day for a really long duration to seduce it and make it our own

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