Time Passing Poem by L C Vieira

Raindrops dance along the roof;
it's my favourite time
in cottage country,
lying cuddled with my kids,
feeling I'm a child again
with sisters, brother
tickling, giggling in search of
the perfect spot in the quilt,
snuggling,
reading romance, mysteries, and comics.

U2's on the radio now,
and time is passing
like no time at all.

Bono sings: 'It's a Beautiful Day.'
I get up to turn it down -
the neighbours may not agree -
rain pounding all around us.

It is a beautiful day,
floating with fresh grass smell,
clouds bringing with them
cool, refreshing air,
and it's a perfect moment
in all time passing.

(2004, Revised 2012)