My Neighbor
By Christie Lund Coles
My neighbor’s door is never still,
I hear it slam from dawn till night.
Her house is never empty of
Her children and their wild delight.
I know sometimes she looks toward here
And envies me my quiet day,
My leisure and the time I find
For contemplation’s calming way.
Yet, what she does not guess is how
I often look toward her door
And hunger for the childish noise
I hear no more.
(1950)
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Beautiful! Now that my house is far too quiet, I have a certain amount of envy for the noisy houses.