sara Etgen-Baker Poet Free verse

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SLOW, GOLDEN, UNHURRIED

Some mornings,
memory returns the way sunlight used to~  
slow, golden, unhurried,  
slipping through venetian blinds 
of a house that always smelled  
of black coffee and Mother’s cooking.

I remember the stillness of those early hours,  
the way the world felt half-awake,  
as if holding its breath before noon crept in.
I recall bare feet on linoleum,
the screen door closing with a gentle click,
the kitchen radio playing rock n’ roll,
its tunes lingering in my memory.

There were gravel roads that knew my name,  
porch steps warmed by summer sun,   
and sky so wide it felt like a forever promise.  
Back then, time moved like a small stream~ 
steady, certain,  
carrying us forward without our noticing  
how far we’d drifted.

Now, when memory rises,  
it brings the same quiet comfort  
as a familiar hymn sung softly~  
a reminder that the past never truly leaves.  
It lingers,  
warm as a hand on my shoulder,  
gentle as Mother’s voice calling me home.

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Sotto Poet May 13, 2026 at 7:06 AM There is also a consistent rhyme scheme in your poems. In the last line of each stanza, there is a pleasing cadence.

Line Gauthier May 13, 2026 at 6:44 AM "the kitchen radio" really brings us back. One of my favourite lines is "and sky so wide it felt like a forever promise." Great finale with "It lingers, warm as a hand on my shoulder, gentle as Mother’s voice calling me home." Beautiful !