Sitting by a fireside I am a child once more,
My family surrounding me,
I hear the voices so familiar
And feel loving arms embrace me.
I wander down the memory path
And see the embers glow,
I see the smoke tendrils rising
The flames darting to and fro.
I sit on the floor at my Father’s feet
As he watches his Mother’s face,
The fireside glow stirs memories
Which nothing can erase.
A cat is purring by my side
His fur all soft and warm,
Sitting by this fireside
I feel safe from harm.
A cup of tea for Granddad,
Hot chocolate for me,
A windy Sunday afternoon
With griddle scones for tea.
We gaze into the flames
To find the pictures there
Our faces warm and glowing
Such stories there to share.
Sitting by a fireside, I am no longer a child,
My life has come and things have changed
I am now the adult here
Things have been rearranged.
© Linda J. Vaughan
25th. June 2008
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"From Where I Am"
by Enya
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