I came to the lake
weary, ready for rest.
The sun made its final
bow below the horizon
while Mom served bean soup,
warm bread, red wine.
Home finds me
and wraps me in its welcoming embrace.
In the morning, fresh coffee,
mallard couple in the front yard.
“Are they lost?” Dad asks.
Mom recalls they cleared the wooded space
where they must’ve nested last year.
“Pancakes?” Mom asks
with a grin in her voice.
She knows how I love them.
I am a mother of grown daughters,
well in my 50’s and yet,
I am still a daughter,
nurtured and loved.
I am home.
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There’s nothing like being cared for by your mom! I’m so glad you have this time at the lake with your parents. We are never too old to be loved by our parents. LOVE this post!
This poem is beautiful. Home finds me and wraps me in its welcoming embrace. We will always be someone’s children…
Just heartwarming. Thank you.
We are never too old for the power of this:Home finds me
and wraps me in its welcoming embrace.
Enjoy your family time, my friend!
I agree with Margaret, we are never too old to be wrapped in the familiar family embrace. I’m so glad to see you there. xo
It is a joy to return, and I miss it. You are lucky to still be able to go back, and have pancakes and a grin, Margaret. That lake is awesome to look at. We lived on a lake when we were in Missouri, and loved every bit. Happy Easter!
I was just home with my mother last weekend. Yes, it’s beautiful to be there with them nurtured and loved even as an adult.
Such a beautifully written poem! I clearly understand that it is always wonderful to be a daughter.
So much love and warmth here. Nothing like home. What a beautiful place. I can’t wait for more pictures.
There is nothing like being nurtured by your parents. We are never too old for that, are we. Your poem is beautiful!
What a beautiful view to call home. What a wonderful feeling when home finds us! Have a glorious Easter, Margaret!
We need our moms no matter how old we get. So glad you’re enjoying time at the lake with your parents. Happy Easter, Margaret!
Home finds me and wraps me in its welcoming embrace. This is a beautiful line for a gentle poem with deep meaning.