collage by Margaret Bednar
Mother adored her books of Somerset, England,
vintage portrait album close at hand;
I'd search their features for hints of mine,
Lyfords, Hutchins, Beckingtons;
serious gazes and stories
I now tuck away.
In my heart resides
the red and pink roses
that graced the side of our house,
quilts and kittens, faithful dogs
that never left mother's side.
And books. Her love of books.
Reading to me, Black Beauty,
perhaps second only to
A Child's Garden of Verses;
sometimes close my eyes at night,
hear her rythmic voice.
Home. I'm glad it's easy
to find my way home.
by Margaret Bednar, October 1, 2023
This is written to the challenge from: "Poets and Storytellers United Friday Writings #96 - What for you conjures up home?"