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Foodmories

(Food Memories) The aroma of toastPulls me from bedIn pajamas I spyMy mother bendingOver an open oven doorToasting bread for our stuffingAnnouncing a yearly ritualThanksgiving morning is here. We stand together,Lined up tall to small,We mix, roll and cut,The oil is hot and ready for dough,Strouffles, little honey balls,Mean Christmas is near. Christmas brings aContinue reading “Foodmories”

Dad

My entire life changed on the day that you died,I wanted to escape, go run, and just hide,But that night, I watched a gorgeous sun set,With sad, tired eyes and a face tear stained and wet. The sky was more beautiful than you ever did see,Like a sign you arranged from you to just me.Continue reading “Dad”

My Mother’s Hand

When I was young, I’d hold onto my mother’s hand,It was strong and soft, its guide a gentle demand.She held my hand as the years passed, and I’d grown,Through those years, she helped me to stand on my own. More years pass by, and it’s my husband’s hand, I now hold,A callous, strong hand, withContinue reading “My Mother’s Hand”

Holding on Tight

Do you:Remember the sound of your baby giggling? I close my eyes to relive those days—Hugs wrapped around my neck,Quiet dreamland asleep in my arms. You were a tiny little person, Needing so much love and attention. Do you:Remember reading Goodnight Moon over and over again? We would laugh and make funny faces,Searching hard while youContinue reading “Holding on Tight”

Where Do You Call Home

What is a home? Is it the place where you grew up?Where you’re the happiest?Where you lived the longest?Where you feel the safest? What if you’re most content at your favorite café,does that become your home? What if peace finds you sailing across the sea,is the ocean your home? What if you feel safest atContinue reading “Where Do You Call Home”

Looking Through The Window

I stare out the windowas a cold, grey daymarches through. Trees sporting skeleton branchesare vulnerable to the wind. The cardinal’s brief visitgives life to theempty, gnarled tree.His vibrant reddirects me,holds me at attention. — I look through the window.Tiny buds and blossomsannouncethat spring has returned. Bright green leavesuncurl, reaching for the sun. The cardinal’s return,hisContinue reading “Looking Through The Window”