Sunday, July 31, 2011

Home

Patchwork quilts of farmer's fields.
Golden yellow canola against a brilliant blue sky.
Un-ending  prairie skyline.
This is what home is like.

Creamy white baby skin.
Rolls and creases and satiny soft.
Giggles and smiles and snuggles times two.
This is what home is like.

Catching up and catching on.
Stories and laughter - but first a hug.
Exposition with tears trickling down.
This is what home is like.

A new fence gate.
Skillfully constructed between us.
Once strangers and now friends.
This is what home is like.

Nervous tummies.
It's been awhile since they were together.
Hugs and conversation and it's just like it used to be.
This is what home is like.

Little girl.
Alone at camp for the very first time.
She falls in love with a place and the people just like her mom.
This is what home is like.

Aromas and smells.
Fresh buns and apple perishke.
Always more where that came from.
This is what home is like.

Kisses abound.
Cousins are adored.
Hands are held.
This is what home is like.

Can I squeeze it all in?
Will everyone fit?
Not enough time.
This is what home is like.

Knowing glance.
I get it.  She gets it.
No need to explain.
This is what home is like.

3 comments:

  1. love it karla! knowing how long you've been here, the fact that you could put that all together so quickly and eloquently amazes me! coming home is GOOD! talk soon!
    JennP

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  2. Karla, I'm so happy to be part of the summer.
    You've a way with words and a way with people.
    Thanks for having a gift of seeing into another's heart.
    Please become a journalist.

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