Silence, or A Writing Parent’s Lament

There is a perfect silence, for the moment.

No machines run. No dogs bark. No clocks tick.

It has been done. Oh, great hallelujah, it has been done.

Softly, gently, the pencil moves, never quite disturbing the silence which enfolds the space as a heavy blanket.

Words flow, a quiet river of contentment, creativity thrives.

Shriek! A cry. Silence broken. The blanket shredded beyond all hope…

The toddler has arisen from his nap.

(Just a bit of silliness to share)

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