REKINDLE

To return to the house
The one on that street
Would rekindle, arouse
Remember Baba's wheat.

Dad smoking his pipe
Kids played in the kitchen
Mood lived up to its hype
Lights neatly fastened.

Icicles on the porch
Lined up in a row
Not far from snow fort
We'd burrow, caves hollow.

We all had a pair
Baba's home made mittens
We'd so proudly wear
Or we all got the Dickens.

Each had their own stocking
And hung with such care
From mantle railing
To peek, didn't care.

We grew and we grew
Up, up and away
Somehow always knew
Would come back one day.

Each is a branch on this tree
By blood, sweat and tears
In each is this seed
That has grown through the years.

Little did we know then
What to make of it all
Each time, door flew open
Summer led to fall.

On came the season
Fun to shovel that driveway
Again wore those mittens
Keeps hands warn to this day.

Never lost sight of
Mom always wrote in cards
Between us is this love
See us through good times and hard.

Alexander Chornyj