My life is filled with the sound of creaking.

It never keeps me awake.

In fact, it is so common that it puts me to sleep.

An unusual lullaby I enjoy.

That fills the silence.

Harsh tone turned soothing.

***

I hear that creaking in the floorboards.

Underfoot as my mom passes by my bedroom.

Trying her best to not wake me.

The floorboards always thwart her effort.

Every morning I hear it with closed eyes.

Trying to keep my breathing even so she thinks she succeeded.

***

I hear that creaking in the house.

As winds rattle the ancient wooden arbor outside.

A sound in tandum with the melodic ring of the wind chimes outside.

Scary to some but wild and free to me.

Associated with the softness of warm heated blankets in the dark of winter.

Protected from the chaos.

***

I hear that creaking in my body.

The movements that my body now complains about.

Some without pain and others with.

Reminding me that I am still surviving.

For no dream would ever have that sound.

The sound that reminds me to enjoy the little things.