Ember of the Hearth

The flames flick their serpent-like tongues at me, the coals burn black and hot.

The kettle boils and sings shrilly.

The air is moist and warm surrounding me.

Breathe in, pause.

Breath out, pause.

The quilt is old and worn.

The hands are old and wrinkled.

Both warm, soft, and inviting.

Both are full of love and moments.

The hearth always burns even without a fire, deep in my heart.

The embers glowing, just like the center of her eyes.

The embers warm, just like her heart.

A heartbeat, a crackling fire, a hug.

They take me back to a home no longer standing.

A home deep in the woods of my memories.

A home that glows deep inside of me, always ready.

A home that has her voice, her wisdom, her love always waiting for me.

A home that all I must do is close my eyes and breath to be at the door.

Breath in, pause.

Breath out, pause.

The flames flick their serpent-like tongues at me, the coals burn black and hot.

The kettle boils and sings shrilly.

The air is moist and warm surrounding me.

The ember is glowing, warm, waiting for me.