Monday, April 1, 2019

At the Kitchen Table

                       ... the exotic birds, thought to be safe in the barn, were not 

                                                 ... from my back porch bedroom / I hear my father at the kitchen table

          ... my mother's soft and soothing words


Photograph by Marc McLeod


  1. Dear Teresa, I have lived in crazy old farmhouses most of my life. Until 1959, I shared a backporch bedroom with my brother. It too gave onto the kitchen, the heart of the house. You have evoked a lovely memory of hearing my parents talk quietly of their cares --and yes, the smell of coffee and bacon in the morning. Thank you.

    1. It was a good life on that small farm, hard at times, but very good. Thanks so much for reading and for your sweet comment.


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