Scenes From Home

** SCENES FROM HOME ** The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing The woman with her still raining, trickling water-streams Over her calf as she lifts her leg out of the bath Above the call, “Daughter!” to the girl running outside, her Tresses and turquoise skirt flying up in a lunging wind As a red squirrel leaps onto a chipping-painted windowsill To dig all through a neglected flowerbox, while he’s squawked at By a blackbird, bowing over her nest, keeping watch Nearby where there emanates the enchanting sound of piano Nocturnes that the son (in rolled-up shirtsleeves) nicely plays While a ping-pong ball rolling, clacks across the cellar floor, Beguilling the cat into a frenzied attempt to seize her prey At the hallway’s end, Grandma asks a mirror about her appearance. “Is there a flower fairy to bring a blooming loveliness to my age?” Mirror, ready to answer, “Just look! Radiance grows inside every day.” But, the answer on-coming, found Grandma, chin-on-hand, fast asleep. ————————————————————————————————————- (c) sally young eslinger 7/14-15/2023 Thanks be to God—-