Magic of Family Rites
The charm of a home smelling like mint
upon bowls of flowers, igniting the air
seasoned with a dash of tousled books,
lemonade, and kisses plastered
on walls: and how the readiness of
caressed bodies huddle in the kitchen,
feasting on the music of gentle family rites.
Yes, it’s all too regular, this kind
of setting--- the language of rooms
cluttered with ramps of bed sheets
gone wild through tickled pillow fights,
innocent as the magic of wonder's laughter.
And when breezes call a night to end,
their world gives and takes the hearts' relay
of soothing drawl, when blessed hours
climb into eaves of slumber,
as young and old tunes relish this home
to enchant dreams in a fireplace of affection.
Dave Wood's Imagination Contest
5/20/2014
by nette onclaud
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