A perfectly maneuvered military operation <br />executed with brilliant precision, hubby <br />helped Tiaan to make a paper cylinder <br />Nici did the cutting, prepared print-outs <br />I checked writing, all prepared dinner - <br />chicken, salad and vegetables <br /> <br />Somehow a sweet, loving atmosphere <br />pervading everything tonight, Tiaan <br />went off to read The Fountainhead <br />by Ayn Rand, he had finished Mila <br />XVIII by Leon Uris long ago, hubby <br />is smiling, Tiaan started playing <br /> <br />Water polo, Nici is playing baseball, the <br />kids often exercise on the apparatus in <br />the sun room which I carefully eschew, <br />after watching a sit-com, we find adver- <br />tisements the most riveting, especially <br /> - did you know the monkey <br /> <br />stole my Savana – no, but if you hum it <br />I can play it - the barman says, playing <br />his ukulele, I sigh happily, sitting with <br />family in front of the TV… <br /> <br />Thursday 13 July 2009<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/13-08-2009-a-sweet-loving-atmosphere/
