There She Stands
With the lights down low,
And the gas logs aglow,
I sit with my warm mug.
The night’s chill I try to shrug.
I draw in the zesty tea
As calmness moves in slowly.
It’s subtle aroma encircling me,
Sending my mind adrift,
The smokiness of a new fire fills the room.
A sign that it will be warm soon.
Meanwhile, the floor vents exert heat
In a futile effort to warm our feet.
It’s there that she quietly stands,
With a steaming mug in her hands.
Still wearing her long, flannel gown,
Like a southern belle, the skirt is blown round.
There remains this winter belle.
A moment frozen…’til broken is the spell.
Then my mom begins to rush about
Packing lunches, handing breakfast out.
From my youth, it’s that moment of calm,
That portrait of my mom, that I often recall.
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Today Grace is hosting dVerse and she has prompted us to write a poem incorporating setting. Most often I write about nature; however, today I took this opportunity to write about a picture I carry in my mind.