Mom's ambrosia salad
The way Dad cuts the bird in methodical strips
Little brother finishing my sentences
Little sister arising from the sweet spot on the couch
(she knows it is my birthright)
Puppy warmth
As he nestles in the crook of my knee
Safe, content, grateful.
Fuzzy blankets
Wrapping this family in a cocoon
of peace
Nostalgia fills the silent spaces in the room
The only talking comes
from our bellies, overflowing
with pumpkin pie and happiness.
Somehow we survived
the icy years
to arrive, intact,
here.
4 comments:
Lovely, warm feelings emanate from this poem. Very well written and full of emotive imagery. I enjoyed reading this. :-)
That last line is powerful Templeton...i hope the ocean of peace continues to wrap around you all, now and always. :-)
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