The Porch
One glance /the porch / flood of memories/ family times fill me
Remembrance/ birthdays, bridal showers, celebrations, wedding rehearsals dinners/
Visits of family/ friends/grandchildren.
A quiet day/
Recalling lively conversation, laughter, Can see the faces
Remember tastes and smells
- pies /fresh coffee.
Remembering the lives -holding them so close
Feel their heart beating/
Sweet breath.
Quickly it passes- like yesterday/
Yearning - wanting it all back/
Yet lives are moving on/ transitioning/ beautiful times
"When did the holly berries get red again"
Another year has passed and the Thanksgiving season /coming soon……
“It might feel impossible
To force your gaze heavenward
When earth’s gravity is so weighty.”
Yet Wonder can save and lift
Remembrance of the days and
The porch view
The Porch, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta
About this poem: The Porch is a poem about the joy of recalling wonderful memories at our home. The porch is a place where much of life happens. We can sit peacefully, gaze upward, remember, and are given strength again from God - for all of life’s heavy “gravity” moments. -Joe Holuta
