The Graces of a Little Place
We were always close together
As the house we had was small.
Family meals there knit a tether,
And precious voices filled the halls.
The dog was in and out of course
And she surely didn’t mind
To steal away the peace by force
As willing actors were in line.
We attended to each other then
Without attention to a phone
We laughed and loved back when
No one really was alone.
When one hurt, the family knew
We learned to “sense” each other’s mood.
When filled with joy or sometimes blue
Our little house let grace give room.
Empathy was tutored there
Along with patience and resolve.
There was little space to spare
As every inch was shared by all.
Familiar creaks and squeaky floors,
Pillow wars and popcorn nights.
Kids roamed everywhere outdoors
And made it home by dinner time.
We’re spread out now by the miles
I miss their presence and the nearness.
I miss my parents, meals and smiles
And count the blessings that were near us.
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