To turn pages

See…this is what it’s supposed to be like

away from incessant texts, endless phone calls, and Facebook drama.

Rain drops slip along leaves outside the French doors of my bedroom

a book , a daughter pulling up a chair,

to turn pages…

It’s time for hot chocolate,

after we will soak up sky the color of wool

let God pile peace around our shoulders.

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