Sweet rumbling of the ceiling fan,
No clutter, no dust, no phones, no doorbell,
A quaint little neighborhood,
Calm scents from a faraway bloom,
Sleepy crotons peeping through the bedroom window,
Gentle breeze caressing pale white curtains,
Fresh white chrysanthemums by the bedside,
Soft green leaves printed on the bedcover,
My little one's breath on my shoulders,
Grip of tiny fingers around mine,
And a lonesome tear leaving a trail on my cheeks...
Serenity, thy home is my abode!
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