On Rare Occasions

This old feel-good feeling

of cooking in the kitchen

takes me back to a time

when I both cooked and cleaned

while standing on a footstool.

Memories of being -

yes, just being

in the moment.

Times shared with

mother and grandmother

and cousins underfoot.

The echoes of daddy

Laughing just out of sight.

The feeling of forever before me

That feeling remains

Only the truth of it has changed.

That door of time

just swings one way.

However, my dreams

(on rare occasions )

let me peer in the window.

If only for a fleeting instant

and my heart feels young

once more.

Reviews

[Daz]

Loving childhood story of moments spent shadowing your mother and grandmother. Your cousins there and the laughter of your father. Memories to be cherished indeed. This was great to read especially the closing lines. Thanks for sharing.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie... memories of Cooking will always linger as we age. Gathering fruits and vegetables will nourish our bodies... Our Mothers and Grandmothers were Creative and we still love and relish their Recipes. Have a wonderful Christmas with Holly and Mistletoe. softly, Pat

[Cherrie]

They are a true gift that never runs out.
Merry Christmas 🎄 to you and all of yours.