Sitting by the soft light,
a glow reminiscent of sundown.
Soft cushion, comforts aching muscles.
The hardcover turns,
embarking on a new adventure.
Maybe a mystery.
Children play on the floor,
the wife engrossed in nimble cross stitch.
Closure of the day is a certainty.
Family relaxes away the daily troubles.
In the evening home fills with quiet peace.
A man’s castle belongs to his family.
In the evening the soul finds comfort,
the mind finds rest.
In the evening some pray,
In the evening we are all thankful.