318 (21.05.2015)

Noisy life, even noisier children,
Rushing round, with rabbits lost in the hedge.
Two-year-old clings to her mother's apron,
Whining and drives us all close to the edge.
Nothing to say, no one for a reason,
Nothing but everyday noises for us,
Now we are outside, and it's that season,
Mike the deaf neighbour never makes a fuss.
I worry sometimes about the screaming
I know you can hear it for miles around
Here, to find silence you must be dreaming
There's always a noise and never just sound.
Searching for quiet, or some kind of peace,
Not till their sleeping can we find release.

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