A relative gave us gift cards for a free ham, so my parents went to the mall to claim it where it had to be picked up. I chose to stay home instead, enjoying the quiet and the rare chance to be alone for a few hours. In that small choice, I found a gentle sense of peace of mind. I like going out with them but from time to time, I also like being alone, listening to music and just being contented in my room.
Home Alone
The door closed soft, the house grew still,
No noise to chase, no clock to fill.
The air felt light, the room felt wide,
A peaceful calm I don’t even hide.
No rushing steps, no crowded sound,
Just silence resting all around.
My thoughts slow down, my phone I seek,
Earphones in my head, soft rock music.
I sit alone, but not confined,
This quiet feeds my restless mind.
No need to speak, no role to play,
I simply let the moment stay.
The world outside keeps moving fast,
But in my room, the noise just pass.
I sip my tea, I watch the light,
Drift slowly, through the noon so bright.
Peace feels small, yet strong and true,
Not something new, it comes to you.
It waits in moments left unexpected
In choices simple, not premeditated.
When they return with bags and cheer,
I’ll greet them calm, relaxed and clear.
Prepare the bread, prepare the jam,
As I smell the free cooking ham.
