All That History,
Love and Loss, in Daily Bread
And Sunday Dinners
The House is Asleep,
Now as Then, The Dreams Scented
With Warm Cinnamon
The Kitchen is Ruled
By Wooden Spoons and Wire Wisks
And Long Memory
Dawn, Painted Across
The Skies and Trees and Fields
In Blues and Coral
Our Worlds, Separate
Yet Together, Start Again
And I Breathe Deeply
A Rose is Blooming
In My Mother’s Garden of
Beloved Children
Watching Farms and Fields,
Forests and Sky Passing By
Whispering Meaning