Our Back Porch
On the side of the house, in the shade,
off from the back of the kitchen.
Our small porch was tailor made,
for making our play day decisions.
Skin-the-cat on the black pipe railing,
eating fresh picked pears to our fill.
Homemade pies set out for cooling,
showing off our stair jumping skills.
Not very big, but with plenty of space,
to sit on the steps and talk.
With sticky fingers and stickier face,
from eating homemade icicle pops.
Gingerbread dough set to chill in Winter,
Muddy shoes left there to dry.
All the neighbor kids came there to enter,
My sitting there, when our cat ran away, to cry.
That little porch was an important part,
of our home and our childhood.
Why I hold it so dear in my heart,
took years of growing before I understood.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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