No Better Place
Home to me means…
sitting on my mother’s porch for hours.
There’s no better place than Mom’s front porch!
We sit there…
just chatting and sipping on iced tea.
sharing funny stories with the neighbours
as they drop in to say hello.
Our entire family has shared many occasions on
that very small front porch….
we have solved life’s small crises… which car to buy. what job to take?
we have recovered from the bigger ones …gathering after burying loved ones
we have shared shared laughs over big birthdays and eaten cake for 50th anniversaries
we have gushed over and rocked new babies.
It makes me really sad to think about there being a last day and evening on that front porch.
I better get home for a visit:)