Busy day

Susan Marks Conner

The busy day is over,

The household works is done;

The cares that fret the morning

Have faded with the sun;

And in the tender twilight,

I sit in happy rest.

With my precious rosy baby

Asleep upon my breast.

White lids with silken

fringes

Shut out the waning light;

A little hand close folded,

Holds mamma’s fingers tight,

And in their soft white

wrappings,

At last in perfect rest,

Two dainty feet are cuddled,

Like birdies in a nest.