Medley of Home
Dorothy Theodorow
A basket of sun-dried clothes,
A pot of simmering soup,
Leaves to rake and mounds to burn,
Roasting apples, potatoes too-
This was my home.
Clematis vines o'er-hanging the porch,
Crackers and milk for noonday lunch,
A rose bush outside the window,
Sending scents to my alcove bed-
My childhood home.
Smell of wax and fresh-lined cabinets,
Company dinners, salt cellars for each,
Piano practice with mother's watch,
"Annie Over" by the backyard shed-
A carefree home.
When I am about my work, sometimes
I am stayed by a mist of memory;
A spell is woven as my mind goes back
To those years of comfort and bliss-
My childhood home.
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