Victor Faesser Poet Free verse

Home

Winter morning light filters through lace curtains,
Reaches down, spills onto the corner kitchen sink,
Through east and south facing windows.
The glass jar, the scrub brush and pad in plastic butter dish,
A down-turned, empty yogurt container,
The pink plastic rinse pan
Keep company around the sink's edges.
The dried-out, yellow dishrag
Straddles the stained white porcelain wall between
Its twin chambers.  Home.

The three-track cribbage board,
Deck of blue and white checkered "Boardwalk Casino" cards,
Awaiting friendly competitors,
The gilded "Fiftieth" anniversary photo frame.
Adorned with golden bow, glass-winged butterfly,
Displayed proudly on the fireplace mantel.
The couple with their Papal Blessing, 
Sharing in the holding. Home.

Morning light streams through
Aged lace curtains, into the living room,
Over the fireplace, bricks set years ago,
Solid as the blessed couple.
Solid as the Home.

She struggles with the details of conversation,
And asks, as she does each time, "Arrr you mare-eed?"
Trilling the r's, after greeting me
With her Mother's heart, "My Myzeleh Surptizeleh"
In her heavily accented German voice.
"Howv many cheel-drrren you havf?"  Home.

The dated, yet functional, lime-colored shag carpet,
Symbolic of their stoic, conservative, old European ways;
The lace doily on the end table, photos of a grandchild,
A son, a daughter; and one of them, too.  Home.

The pink plastic Rosary ever present
On the coffee table in front of the well-worn sofa.
Her days spent there, 
Sometimes sitting, sometimes lying.
The beads close at hand, atop a book of Prayers.
Crocheted adornments on the walls,
A wooden decorator spoon,
A picture framed pair of swans,
With them all those years.  Home.

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Sunlite Wanter January 27, 2017 at 6:59 PM I can read the love in your lines, and feel as if I am observing it all. Victor Faesser January 27, 2017 at 10:29 PM Thank-you, Sunlite. I appreciate your feedback! ??

Christy Stover January 27, 2017 at 3:15 PM Beautiful poem in so many ways. The end made me think of my grandma and how her place was always the family's true home. We're all a bit lost now that she's gone. Victor Faesser January 27, 2017 at 3:57 PM Thank you Christy. About a year later, we had to place mom in a nrsing home, where her mind continued its downward spiral. She was there a little over five yeats before passing away at age 92. Thanks for your comment!!