"Love Comes In On Tiptoe"

Sorting through my too cluttered desk
I spy a decorative card-
One of fond appreciation,
Encouragement and kind 'thank you'.
I smile.

High-pitched barking from my spaniel
Reminds me it’s his dinnertime;
Trying hard to write this poem
And trying hard not to rhyme – oops!
I smile.

Soft yarn on a hand-knit sweater
waits for my granddaughter to wear
Labor of love and now finished
For her, navy wears white flowers;
I smile.

Glaring from an office corner
Stands worn bag of unsorted mail
Why did I let it go so long?
To write, to knit, to write, of course!
I smile.

My daily ordinary life
Is not exciting, rather tame,
Simple creative poesy.
"It’s a quiet thing," Sondheim wrote;
I smile.


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2nd place in the "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest"  contest for February 2017; featured in "Poetry Newsletter (November 29, 2017)"