This morning as I write
curled up beneath a lap robe—
(the one with horses
galloping across my chilled body)
you read the sports page
at the breakfast table.
Cold air invades the room
through twenty-some-year-
old windows.
Hot coffee, warmth offered by
the nearby fireplace and two
sleeping dogs, pressed close,
bring some relief.
I cherish the comfort
of our shared silence.
I glance your way.
Glasses on the table,
you hold the paper just
inches from your face,
read the small print
of yesterday’s NBA scores.
My pen scratches across
notebook paper as thoughts
tumble out, escape the still-
clouded sleepiness of half-awake.
You fold the paper,
stretch and yawn.
“Let’s drive the neighbor-
hood tonight. See the lights.”
“Let’s take the dogs along,”
I answer.
Silence.
I know that means agreement.
I cherish the comfort of your silence,
read between your words.
A home full of love “In the Wee Hours of [Your] Morning”…
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The comfort of company.
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Oh! beautiful. I am no where, yet, near you (just about 7 yrs married with a three and a half yr old kid!) but well perhaps, this one opens up as to what could be in store.!! a little of mine is the beginning of yours 🙂 Do visit1
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un-Combustible gentleness~ beautiful !
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You have captured contentment completed with your lovely dogs. Your galloping horses house robe made me smile.
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lovely!
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Lovely. Thank you for inviting us in to the bliss in this fine Christmas story.
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How lovely that you understand the silence and how lovely you are so comfortable with each other.
Anna :o]
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To me the essence of the poem is the comfort in silence.. this require real comfort… the only time your enjoy silence is together with someone you are really close to.. loved that.
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When one is a child and observes these silences, these commonplaces in parents or grandparents, one thinks their lives dull and uneventful. It takes maturity to realize that this is bliss, this is love, these are the remembered moments – I think that’s why I like the picture I put up of my deceased husband on the article. It’s how I remember him best, preparing for class, quietly drinking coffee and yet there for me if I needed him. Thank you Victoria, this was more than anyone could ask for.
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Such contentment:) I hope the dogs enjoyed the lights.
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I wonder how we learn that silence
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My reaction is nothing deep…I understand the intimate silence, and smile aloud at the NBA scores! (being Bulls fans is a past-time for Steve & me)
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I loved the perfection of place and time achieved, I’m sure, over all that time and place that was hard and difficult. That’s what makes the peace of this moment so precious. Fine.
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Thank you for taking me with you through your contentment. A delightful poem.
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nice… i love when you know each other so good that you don’t really have to talk but know what the other wants to say by just looking at him…made me smile…a peaceful scene victoria…
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I agree with others comments Vick, this brings so much warmth – the unspoken language between two people who need no words at times as minds can be read. This is beautiful and serene and I simply adore it ~ thank you ~ smiles
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That silence is of course worth the world. I sometimes wish I had a woman to unite with. She would speak French.
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Hey Victoria– a very sweet unspoken dialogue here. Just a question–I think there may be minor typo–I know that “mean” agreement. It could mean “mean agreement” but I think you mean “means” given the context. I am sorry if I’m wrong but there is such a sweet aspect to the poem, I think that’s what you meant! K. (Thanks and sorry–I am a proofreader by profession–just not of my own things.) k.
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There is comfort in morning routine shared with someone you love, and sometimes words are just superfluous. I enjoyed the serenity of your poem and the cute photo of your dogs!
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Oh, Victoria, I read the warmth in your writing, the comfort of having known someone for so many years & knowing those special things about one another. I haven’t ‘driven the neighborhood’ yet this year.’ Your post makes me want to….with my dogs! Merry Christmas, Victoria.
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A tip of the top pen to you, Vic; this one just blows my house slippers off; so vulnerable, warm, fuzzy, loving, maternal, & rife with marital advice, & warm canine & spousal love.
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This made me smile. I hope you and the dogs enjoyed the Christmas lights. 🙂 Peace, Linda
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there is def comfort in silence…and in that unspoken language too that you develop…have fun riding in the lights…as i drove home and saw so many lights i thought we needed to do that as well….a very comforting voice you write in…
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A tribute to your long marriage certainly and all that means…your notes that lead to more writing, his reading..and you decide to see the lights together in the evening …it’s nice to have the companionship.
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