A Home of Hope and Memories

A Home of Hope and Memories

By Cleve

A fig tree in a large pot by our door

Is rife with fruit that ripens each day

And brings smiles to my better half

As she harvests a handful of treats

Sure to brighten her day

The sewing machine used by Mom

And by my grandmom too

Welcomes me into the living room

And to past memories of flour sack shirts

For each of her brood

Likenesses of children and their children

Populate shelves and tabletop space

Reminders of the past and promises

Of a beneficent future for each rendering

Of a smiling face

And late in the evening and encroaching

On the morn, a book in hand neath

A solitary light

Two chapters of book

And two fingers of single malt

Underlines hearth and home

And pleasant measures of life

But woven throughout in each and every room

Is comfort in the knowledge that it has been my fate

And good fortune to share hand in hand

Co-equally, this home, with my forever lifemate