A Child's First Home
On a rural country road, surrounded
by balsam scented pine trees.
Was a special place, that I felt inside,
was always meant for me.
It was an old rustic farm house, that
showed her age, throughout the years.
If you walked on her arthritic floors,
squeaky sounds, is what you'd hear.
Fruit trees of apple, pears, and
cherry always gave us treats.
You had to pick them early, cause
those outdoor critters, love to eat.
The smell of warm baked apple pie
was always lingering in the air.
Grandma was always cooking, and
grandpa sat, in his lazy chair.
We had a red brick fireplace that
kept us warm at night.
And roasted tasty marshmallows,
satisfying our sugary appetite.
I can still see our cat Frisky
meowing to get out. He had a special
friend, they played together, and ran
about.
The Sunday family dinners that are
now my memories,
Were cherished special moments,
that will always, stay with me.
I remember sitting and rocking, on
that front porch swing.
Enjoying the lovely sounds, that the
blue birds bring.
Every once in a while, I take a deep
breath, as I go by that old house.
Thoughts flood my head, and my
heart pours out.
Oh father time please take me to a
place, I once belonged.
A special place, that meant so much
a place, that I call home.
9/6/2015 Contest sponsored by Verlena S Walker. A child's first home.
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