peace and quiet

The house is quiet.

I hear the hum of the refrigerator and the passing of cars down the street.

The floor littered with toys. The sink full of dishes.

Three sleeping children. One a babe in my arms.

My thoughts turn to the day. Was I enough?

I close my eyes and pray for them.

But mostly, I pray for me. For strength. For guidance. For love.

My eyes open. Inspiration comes.

And with it, peace.