When the Quiet is Appreciated

Today the clouds flirt with the sun. The baby takes a nap on his mama's soft quilt on the bed. The small house is quiet except for an intermittent "click clop, click clop" of a little girl wearing bright white, patent leather church shoes parading on the hard floors as quietly as she can with a light blue, polka dotted bed sheet cinched around her waste. Dishes await patiently for the mother to take them out of their home for the last couple of days in the dishwasher. Even more dishes await her in the sink, hoping that the others will soon vacate the noisy machine. Floors need mopping, groceries need to be bought, but for now peace will be relished. Sleep baby boy, sleep.