Home of My Childhood
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my mind takes me back through the tattered pages of my life
to a place of warmth, security and love . . . . .
to my mother's kitchen with its big cupboards and old stove
and a blue teapot on the kitchen table and grandma telling me of life
of people in the family long dead . . .
it was at that same table that I read my first poems while sipping tea
oh! I recall father shovelling snow in winter all bundled up
and a warm fireplace waiting within . . .
then at night in an attic room this little girl was tucked in
with forever loving hands, hugs and kisses . . . .
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January 24, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/home of my childhood
Copyright Protected, ID 01-635-607-24
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Entered in the Standard contest, Home Sweet Home
sponsor Skat , Judged 02/2015
Third Place
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