heart at home

ordinary average afternoon,
sunlit spectatcular,
she was under the table
and eating her
cookies,
flapping her arms in baby like glee,
and I was at the table
paper fingers to work
and the house was quiet in living
and fully I knew,
thinking, I thought,
this is it; everything and all
this is happiness
and these are the days I will remember,
heart at home,
place to belong
with sunlight quiet
and love so strong.

.

Ashley.