Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Simple joys

Sunday mornings awoken by the sounds
Of cooking in the kitchen
I rise and find Mum sifting flour
Then rubbing in butter with her fingertips
The smell of hot scones wafts
Through the house drawing the whole family
To breakfast by their noses

Lying on the soft and earthy ground
Breathing hard from the climb
Warm smell of grass rising through the air
Company of family nearby sharing
The cool wind and the blue, blue sky
All of us just taking a moment
To bask in the bliss and peace

Waiting in my passenger seat expecting
To be allowed to disembark
Imagining the faces the feelings
Imminent, and almost real
Yearning for the hugs, the stories
The smiles and the excitement
Reunited with my family after being away

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