The Little RoomI tiptoe quietly before anyone wakens;
it's early and there's a little room
at the top of the stairs where the patter
of rain on the window welcomes me.
...
Emily has followed my route and is nestled
peacefully as I sit with tea in hand.
Is she also enjoying the moment?
...
We sit quietly listening to the rain as it
merges with the sounds of a waking city.
In moments nature will be overwhelmed.
...
But for now there is peace in this little
room where I have found my place
and there is always tomorrow......
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