Small certitudes on a Spring day

The grandbaby is sleeping on a spring day
while we attend to other tasks, awaiting the moment

when her small cries will sound on the monitor
and we will surround her with love

another quiet day in a quiet time of life,
far from the turmoil of teenage years or workday tumults

outside the window, small branches quiver in the breeze
outlined in sun or shadow

inside, baby sleeps and Sophie slumbers too,
our tidy home basking in small certitudes and harmonies