Tradition

Within these walls… Fragrant aura of comfort Freshly washed baby hair and sweet breath; Passed around in soft pink pajamas Laughter and wit from older minds; Even though the stories are well used Awkward ramblings of youngsters; Still testing their wings Warm delicious wafts of seasoned meat And sugared pies From a kitchen full of women; Sharing recipes and secrets while sipping Chardonnay Rambunctious giggles from upstairs; Playing children’s games in pretty clothes While piles of coats, hats, and purses Sleep soundly on the guest room bed; Along with one gray tabby cat Crisp fallen leaves dance with shimmering snowflakes, The first of the season In a chilly November breeze Just outside the door; Painted a vibrant red Illuminated by glowing amber post lamps; Stalwart sentinels for our Tradition… Within these wonderful walls