First Home

A memory from long ago… I can hear talking of things we loved to do as children. Getting things ready for dinner, waiting for daddy to come home, watching Andy Griffith on TV, everyone gathers around. The house is cold, but we feel cozy. Sitting outside with the portable record player, watching the sun go down, singing to the music. Leaves are beginning to change. Gotta get ready for school tomorrow, not noticing that my shoes are worn and a little embarrassed that my socks do not match. The chatter changes a bit as we grow older, but there is so much comfort in knowing Mom & Dad are nearby. Mom in the kitchen and Dad on his chair and reading the paper. I am safe here. I am not a color. I am not afraid. Holidays happen here, one comes after the other as the Seasons change. We prepare for life to change and to celebrate along the way. I am safe here. I am Home.