A scent swirls through the air
carried aloft by memories
of Sunday afternoons in autumn.
The heavy smell of roasting meat,
rich pools of gravy,
clouds of whipped potatoes slathered in
salted cream.
*
There's a warm flush of skin on wrinkled cheeks
lifted like apples in the shape of a smile.
A worn apron to wipe her smooth palms
as she dances around the kitchen, humming
and tasting her savory bliss.
*
An open window brings a rush of crisp, cool air
along with the sweet sounds of an old man whistling.
His tone rising and falling, lilting and lulling,
echoing the melodic notes of Brigadoon on vinyl,
pausing only to give an affectionate welcome.
*
Afternoon turns to dusk, pink painting the sky,
as four souls from three generations
come together around a slice of oak,
bowing heads in thanks and fellowship.
Note: It's been two and a half decades since this was reality, but the smells and the sounds and the sights have never faded for me. I am all that's left to remember.
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Comments (20)
This felt like a Thanksgiving with the family, where everything is warm and inviting, and you're just happy to be alive. Well done!
Your poem captured my heart. You took us to one of those moments in time that most of us can relate to with fondness. Thank you.
A good author to look forward to, nice.
What a beautiful memory! Thank you for sharing this moment of nostalgia!
Gorgeous. I actually started salivating during the first verse. This oozes melancholic comfort. 🥰
wonderful!
My Father always played records when he cleaned and cooked, and many of the songs I still listen to in the present day take me back to those moments as if I were there. A beautiful poem and sentiment.
So ch a beautiful poem with all the comfy vibe.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful💕😊💖💕
Great comforting memories 💕 Thank you for sharing ❤️
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Very well-written poem! My preferred part is definitely that one: Afternoon turns to dusk, pink painting the sky, as four souls from three generations come together around a slice of oak, bowing heads in thanks and fellowship.
I have enjoyed the many "Get Comfortable":poems I have read here on Vocal, but I think I just found my winner. Your story/poem made me cry...the good kind of cry I've been needing to do for so long. I feel inspired now to attempt to write my own comfort story that is unique to me. Thanks for the inspiration.
This is so sweet. I love it! I feel like i'm there!
There is a beautiful warmth is your words. Very comfortable
I love nostalgic poems! And you've now preserved the memories of those sounds, smells, and sight in this beautiful poem. I loved it so much!
Beautifully written treasury of wonderful memories. Very comforting.
All the wonderful aspects of home are present in your poem... The aromas, the crisp cool burst of air, the family... The love. Nice comfy poem! Good conveyance of thoughts.
Omg I love.this. so beautiful
The rhythm to this piece is incredible, it flows so naturally!
What precious memories! Such an honour to share in them. Your family is smiling on you, beaming pride. You have shown their love to the world. Thank you!