They were

They were.

They were the early morning bells,

toiling hard yet striving to make sweet memories.

They were the traffic at 9 AM,

rushing away but finding a destination.

They were the lunchbox of an office,

not lavish but filled with love

They were the laughter of a school children playing,

full of fatigue yet carefree and energetic

They were the wait of a mother for her daughter from school,

Impatient yet relieved.

They were the evening tea,

talkative but relaxing

They were like the caution of a mother preparing the night's dinner,

more of a chore yet special everyday

They were the 9PM daily soap.

Monotonous but interesting

They were the late night conversation over the phone

Sleepy but honest.

They were the night's sleep

Dreamy yet real.