In the Warmth of Our Home

Mon, 06/12/2017 - 23:30 -- aconaty

My Mom's quilted projects

and crocheted afghan throws 

and all her wicker baskets

collected wherever she goes,

My late Dad's coffee table books

and field notes from the past

are precious recollections

of the great man he was,

My two brothers' families

in our backyard where they roam

smiling faces are like hearth

in the warmth of our home.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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