Night Time Serenade, Call Home For Me

Twilight milk baths with lavender

Drift softly through my stream of consciousness and I return to the waters of my remembrance

The window to my grandmother's bathroom is open, the curtain is drawn and a warm breeze lifts the smell of fresh cut grass in, the last golden rays of midday have succumb to a purplish sky that will soon be dark.

A Chorus of crickets and frogs begin my lullaby and grandmother waits with a towel in hand, dozing off as she does.

The buttery yellow glow of the kitchen light illuminates the night, steam from dinner creates clouds above us, my seat was always in front of her, the same spot I was placed when I was brought home from the hospital. My grandfather's was next to me. Chicken fried to a golden brown, mashed potatoes with rivers of gravy, green beans and croissants that melted with every bite. My soul and stomach were fed ......those meals have kept me even through the remembrance of them. 

My room was a nest away from the world, it cradled me in its familiarity and even now I can see it as if I never left, grandmother's home made quilts seemed to tuck me in themselves, they smelled like her favorite perfume and dial soap, baby powder and marigold. 

I could dream anywhere

Asleep or awake

The world was mine..... as long as she was in it. 

She will always be home for me....

With love, the color of yellow, forever