Friday, April 15, 2016

Friends

They walk through my back door, one by one. Some early, some late, it does not matter to us.

As they walk in, without knocking, food is placed on my bench and the children run down the hallway to find their friends.

Women stand in my kitchen, joining conversation that is already thriving, talking above the boiling jug.

Laughter fills the space, as my heart connects with others. I take a breath and feel peace, placing the mugs out one by one in a row.

1 comment:

  1. Amen - I loved those days too - when I had teens in the house I used to claim my house had "elastic walls" to be able to accommodate all the friends who called by.
    Blessings
    MAxine

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