And how did I manage to miss this, (((Pea)))? This is as comforting as an afternoon's relaxation on a wrap around front porch, sitting on the swing, ice tea against the heat of day - sigh. Beautifully illustrated in verse, my new favorite of many of yours. Can't help you're so danged good! :) Keep it up, can't wait for my next treat - your words!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

I love the brilliant ways you use words. This is exceptionally marvelous in the way it evokes the mind with past memsories and thoughts.

Comfort and nurturing, lulled into a paradise some can only wish for. A delightful read full of details to guide our way. Thank you for sharing. Liz

Pea, you have written about mothering, as only a mother can, and the memories of a child, about where she grew up. I hope the eggshell bungalow is still there. What memories you can tell your children about the fun, and the work you did there, and of course, the discipline.

This poem reminds me of my days in upper Michigan when I was a child. The smell of "grandma" Dolly cooking her Italian meals, and the bathroom smelling of bleach, the house always painted a different color each spring...LOL (that was "grampa" Jack for you). The friends I had, the romping I did, and of course a child's worst nightmare ... chores. LOL. As you can see Pea, you have made me smile, and laugh today, and it isn't even noon yet here in Melbourne, Australia. LOL. Thank you so much for the memories, and making me think beautiful things on a cloudy, dreary day.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie

Your poem reflects a storehouse of memories from yester-year. These are most often the best of all. A beautiful write.

What a fabulous right-on write on a woman who knew... how to mother. I miss my grandmother reading this--terrible-bad--but it's such a sweet memory, I want more. More Pea!! More!! --Charlie

Pea, This is so wonderfully written and it has a bit of enchantment and calmness about it..I enjoyed it.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Fantastic work, Pea. So evocative with very controlled telling imagery... you know just how much to egg the pudding without overdoing it! Reminds me of Mark Twain. Love the idea that a child needs to be "let out to dream in the shade of a sweet-smelling magnolia". You have an artist's eye and a poet's mind. Bless you, Kate xx

This beautiful write brings to mind what you intended in a lively manner for the reader. Thank you for sharing this gift, Pea. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

...you paint a foundation...of something small...given large beauty...and the simplicity of fine detail...to one...and something held in love...timeless.
this is such beautiful poetry Phyllis...
John

Phyllis,, So much said in this, I had to read it twice,,I see a child tendered with care,, The beautiful Magnolia Flowers, I see a painting in my head.
:)Christine

Another beautiful write Phyllis, thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Beautifully expressed thoughts
A stunning imagery and write!!
Peace Love and hugssss...Morning star

A beautiful, soft write...

Carole~

well said

A beautiful write.....just thought you said chinese CRACKERS....me eating japanese Rice Cracker..it was quite funny when I realiszed it was checkers not crackers....lol!!

Love Tinka

What a beautiful, peaceful write--so much love in the inclusion of knowing what was needed

Replace the Magnolias with wild roses and the glider for a rocking chair and you have captured my front verandah. LOve it and the gentle feel of love threaded through this write.

Fee

What an incredible picture you pianted with your words!

What a sweet poem, you made that bungalow so real and painted a beautifful picture with your loving words. Love, Bonnie