No Wife, No Children, No Problem

The girls have gone with their mother
To her parent's house out in Bacliff.
I am home alone now,
By myself in my own house.

So peaceful, so quiet, so zen.
No TV, no stereo, no computer,
Nor any shouting or fighting or drama.
No "Daddy!" or "Michael!"

I sit with a cup of coffee and
The Houston Chronicle at my table
Listening to the wind chimes out front
And to the sounds of my house and the outside.

Just for these few hours of stillness
I am at one with myself in my own home.
This perfect and peaceful Sunday morning,
No wife, no children, no problem.