Nothing says, “Welcome” like a green, paint-worn front porch swing
or the warmth of a whipped-cream topped cup of hot, steaming cocoa
or a door swung open and arms pulling you into a hug.
“Smell my camillas,” says Mama.
“Coffee’s ready,” said Papaw.
Grandmother sitting, waiting on the front porch swing
Aunt Joyce pulling her eggplant parmessan out of the fridge
Sit long, talk much
or just sit
when the words catch their breath
to my mess
cluttered counter tops
4 happy feet and a cold nose invading
watch out for the soccer cleats
laundry trying to fold itself
and boys hungry
for food and attention
Come on in, pull up a stool
let’s talk about
big and little things
little and big
swiss apple tea and honey
in a love-you to-the-moon cup
hearts ready for friendsip