Poetry Jam - Silence

Silence

Silence is precious

But not with a child;

A mother gets nervous

Without sounds of wild

Voices and clunking

And carrying on,

For that means there’s trouble

She’ll soon come upon.

Silence is golden

But only at night

When visions of sugarplums

Replace the day’s fight

Of brother and brother

And sisters and such,

When hitting and shoving

Become sleepy-slouched touch.

Silence is rare;

Don’t take it for granted -

If you have a child,

Silence is enchanted.

©Donna JT Smith, 2015

Today's prompt at Poetry Jam is to write about Silence.