I sought a few moments of quiet among the purple blossoms of the front porch. After a long day, in the midst of a long week, I wanted to hang on to the quiet I'd achieved during my week alone. In my adirondack chair, I sipped a cold coke and read a book on my iPad. One by one, I was joined by a husband, who brought his own chair and iPad, a small dog who wanted in my lap, a great, huge dog who wanted to love on me with a wet beard, and a teen who wanted to discuss deep, important, meaningful issues. I had to laugh.
is highly overrated
Pay attention now
© 2014, Liza Lee Miller
April is National Poetry Month, Write a Poem-A-Day, NaPoWriMo
P.S. My wonderful husband did notice my plight and toss the dogs and kid in after a few moments. Sometimes solitude shared is the best kind.