november lace

November Lace, 2009, Rene Foran

It was nearly 90 degrees

in that cozy little kitchen

the smell of home cooking

had attached itself to every molecule

of every acrylic holiday sweater

her every effort to help prepare the feast

was waved off and redirected

to the family room

where a stony, silent,

football viewing Mt Rushmore

occupied the couch,

a loveseat, and three folding chairs

she wandered down 

to the basement

where she was years removed from the circle

and miles behind the conversation

so she drifted along searching

where was her world?

where was her piece?

where did she belong?

she slipped away 

from the fray
unnoticed

up to her childhood room

through the bedroom window

and onto the rooftop poetic:

" she sat arms hugging knees

surveying life, the leafless trees

spindly branches claw the sky
scratching for sun, to heaven they cry
psalms of wisdom, strength and grace

woven in November lace"

the air felt good against her flushed cheeks

and a beautiful sunset was now in progress

she was thankful for this

she was thankful for finding her peace

she belonged right here,
right now

to this moment.

Peace ~ Rene

This post from 2010 has become my "Alice's Restaurant"... it's just not Thanksgiving until I repost it. It remains one of my favorites

Happy Thanksgiving!