Paradise

Paradise

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: A Tribute to Moms

Paradise

         The shouts and screams of laughter

         the toys spilled in the hall.

         I pick up shoes and jackets

         and put away a doll.

         Cookie crumbs seem never-ending

         clothes lie everywhere.

         “Quiet” is a funny word;

         In fact, it’s rather rare.

         Only when at night they sleep,

         my children are calm and still.

         Yet I yearn for noise and racket;

         It makes my life fulfilled.

         Others call it an annoyance.

         “Absurd!” they say it is.

         But I call my home “Paradise”,

         and I owe it all to kids.

Jennifer Lynn Clay

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