BrokenEchoes

  I don’t feel safe here anymore This was once home My safe haven, my tranquil space Now the walls are too close And covered reeking grime The floor is dangerously slick With a viscous foul film I hear whispered indecipherable voices Dripping with vile intent And the scuttling of small vermin It is clear that this place is long neglected Can it be salvaged? Is it worth the effort? Or should it be scrapped And built anew? This was once home I don’t feel safe here anymore.  

  I am almost there There are only a few miles left I can smell the cinnamon tea Steeping on the coffee table The goldfinch promises a song I can hear the porch swing creaking Nudged by a gentle wind And see the lightning bugs dance I can smell fresh cut grass And hear her singing somewhere  I eagerly await her warm embrace Then I will know I am home That is where I want to be I am almost there.

  Waking slowly in the morning A soft rain in the Kentucky hills Coffee on the porch And bare feet in the grass Napping in the afternoon Soup beans on the stove Cornbread in the oven Then dinner at the table Dishes in the drainer Reading in my favorite chair Cat purring on the couch Relaxing for the weekend.