And What Is Your Peace..?

Let me tell you what peace is.
Peace is, watching your friend
make a house into a home.

It is watching her snuggle next to her child
her arms wrapped around his little body,
protecting him from the world.

Peace is watching her forehead rest,
no furrow lines near her eyebrows,
no tears on her lashes.
Peace is knowing she is loved.

What else of peace is there to say,
as I walk in her kitchen
to make myself a cup of tea.
Quiet, to not awake the slumber
of mother and child.

Peace is knowing she wouldn’t mind
that I dug through all her cabinets,
looking for the sugar.

Peace is sitting at her dining table
as my own;
writing to myself,
knowing she’d be happy
seeing me at home.