Rhapsody of Sweet Home
H azily, as nightfall glides ,I unlock the front-gate
O verwrought from drills of a riddled job,
M y toes stumble on scented violet buds
E nhancing gripped thoughts to drip-drop away.
S omehow, Mom’s roast chicken trails along
W here piano notes soften the blues… and there,
E merging through a hall; Oh Granpa appears
E ager to spend a ritual of my life’s rhapsody;
T urning my drones into an abode’s breezy song.
H eartfelt jousts ring to nourish time’s warmth,
O ften soothing an outer world, restless… yet this
M erriment flames brightly in this safe refuge,
E ver precious as restful chants of heaven’s lyre.
2/3/2016
Contest: Home Sweet Home Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
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