Mom and Papa

The rocky driveway crumbles under the car tires Apple trees sway in the summer breeze Swirly grapevines wrapped around old fences The chimes sing as I open the door Their arms close around me like a warm, cozy blanket The smell of homemade cider pie fills the air A sweet taste of molasses cookies, still warm from the oven Hands dirty with damp soil from the green garden The woodstove that keeps up toasty and warm Boiling hot chocolate on an open fire Each star is a chandelier, bright in the night sky The height of all grandchildren marked on an old wall Each step on the stairs has its own memory as we grow up Stories overflow like a rushing waterfall