Outside,
the wind,
rain
and hail
rattle window panes.
Lightning flashes;
distant thunder rumbles.
Inside,
oven scented pizza
with a garlic,
marinara sauce;
sausage,
bell pepper,
black olives
and melting cheese.
Chilled, foaming
dark beer
fills frosty mugs
with a hometown
German brew.
Flickering,
crackling
glow of warmth
from the fireplace
melting marshmallows
partnering with buttery
popcorn sounds.
Children laugh
with shinning eyes;
old lovers snuggle
under wool.
iPod Classic;
Playstation;
MP3 Player
wrapped under
a decorated pine tree
leading away from
that deserted road
called
‘Family Values’.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Somewhere, though, there must be a common set of values that bind
us as one family, one community, one nation. It is to be hoped. I like this, as always, Lloyd. -gene.
Be always safe,
Karen