A Memory From the Past

Walking home from school
with a bounce in my step
anxious to arrive home.

Finally the welcoming oak tree
comes into view
and beckons me home.

I race down the driveway
arriving at the side door
it slams noisily behind me.

I rush to the kitchen
and see Mother standing in front of the sink
wearing her favorite apron.

She turns to greet me
with a smile
on her face.

I dash to the stove
still warm from lunch
I call out to Mother

“What’s for dinner?”