Neighborhood and community.
Family next door.
A home, filled with a quiet kind of love.
freshly baked pies and cakes.
The smooth surface
that light brown kitchen table.
talking, laughing, eating
central heating and a/c
bedrooms, enough for all of us to have space
Muted peaceful days.
A lovingly tended garden
Fresh blackberries from the wild fields
Peaches and honey suckle straight from the tree.
Carefree, timeless, Haunted.
14 birthdays, family gatherings, and holiday seasons
A decade is gone
everyone moves away.
I guess things just change.
my heart still lives on peachtree lane