In the Warmth of Our Home
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