THE FRONT PORCH

THE FRONT PORCH

An empty chair at sundown

On a hot and steamy day,

I see you in my memory

Watching children play.

A front porch with flowers,

A gentle summer breeze.

I recall your gentle singing

On evenings such as these.

I can hear the children laughing

And see them climbing trees,

I can smell the perfumed flowers

I remember those skinned knees.

I visualise the sunset glow

And see the shades of an orange sky,

I visit again The Front Porch

As summer days drift by.

I hear the gentle rocking

Of the Front Porch chair~

Summer days that last forever

And always you were there.

I hear the drone of insects

And the birds nesting in the trees

I see again the Front Porch

What memories are these!

© Linda J. Vaughan