The children are all getting ready for bed now,
the sun’s throwing lengthening shadows on walls.
The heat of the daytime is gone and the garden
is quiet and peaceful as evening falls.
The cares of the workday are gone now, forgotten
with worries dissolving in glasses of wine.
The barbecue’s cooling and friends are relaxing
and as the sun sets the moon comes out to shine.
Then sat in the moonlight in that tranquil garden
they count all their blessings and mark where they fall.
Full bellies, full glasses, full hearts, but the greatest
of those is the love that encompasses all.
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© Chris Daws, 2014