Northern Abode

December’s wind sweep my cheeks

The nudge of a sweet crisp breeze

The perfume of the old floral tree

The oak leaves turn into delightful scarlet

The melodious sounds of the northern cardinal,

sings and clangs around in Mama’s porch

The mahogany door creaks as I open it

The snug of the welcoming warmth and cozy room

It’s the long homey and soft- snuggle sofa chair,

that talks about yesterday’s laughs and everyday’s moments

As I walk to my favorite breakfast nook

Its savor makes me sniff

The lady in golden hair, dear to me

Her finger touch can create its aroma of love

The comfort of my stomach

The satisfaction of the sense of my taste

A toast of a wheat bread

From the old fashioned stone oven

The fried eggs from Papa’s chicken barn

The creamy fresh milk of my youth, the country has

I always sit on the warmth homespun pine chair

That mother chose for me

The cold winter curtains were nimble- dancing

of that aged-rustic french window

Her caramel apple-pear crisp pie

With a long story to talk

I hold her beautiful-creased hands

I thanks to all, for the merry years

I kiss her forehead, smell her lavender-water scent

I hug her softly and remember the old times,

When I was lissome inside her arms

The croon of her voice was a chant to my young soul

I will not trade her love

for anything in this world

An abode and conserve she gave me

Remain through all years

Nothing change, nothing new

A dwelling place for me

A beautiful place to sit and eat

I remember, a home is waiting for me