Simple Moments of Bliss

The doorbell rings, each dog begins his bark.
The kitchen door opens and standing there
At the entrance, are my granddaughters
After shouts of command to foster pet control
A pleasant visit begins to unfold.
A game of checkers, that I of course win
Dishes of icecream that melt on table and chairs
The world outside seems not to exist, as we share
These simple moments of bliss.
Then a telephone call and hurried plan to leave
Dinner at a restaurant is the theme
With tucken-in chins, I kiss them goodbye
Laughing and telling them how lucky they are
To be going out to dinner, I turn off the stove
The door is now closed, quietness abounds
But the sweet memory of the visit fills each room
Better than any expensive perfume.

written by Pauline March, 2002 (c)