9 On the Porch

On the porch, the days have blurred to years,
Between my own youthful dreams and fears,
      To moments of motherhood bliss,
      Spring, Summer, and Fall’s deep kiss,
All memories seasoned with hopeful tears.

The sound of gentle rain, falling on ears
Of those who sit and share their cares,
      Loved and seen, knowing nothing is amiss
      On the porch.

This visible heart of the home hears
The sounds of laughter, it clears
      The mind of stress, allows to reminisce
      And bring peace to restless souls, dismiss
The sadness and claim the grace that appears
      On the porch.