SOLSC – Day 17
Being out shoveling these last few days and being cold because of the blowing wind made me stop and think about when I was kid. The cold didn’t bother me then because I knew if I needed a respite from it I could head to me grandmother’s house. She lived down the street from us.
Of course there was the warmth of her smile, listening to the broken English she spoke and always something to eat. Her warmth was matched by the warmth of the big black cast iron stove that dominated her kitchen. This is a tribute to her prize possession.
Proud and Majestic
Beckoning but foreboding.
A massive cold iron frame
encasing a flaming heart.
Dispelling the cold of a winter’s night
with a rosy glow.
A behemoth to a toddler,
a comforting giant to an adult.
Welcoming some to a warm bosom
while making others shrink away with a fiery stare.
A presence, filling the room
with a aura that emanates throughout the house.
A cool attitude signals a want;
a cozy warmth says. “All is well.”
Filling the air with delectable aromas
that make the mouth water.
Imparting a distinct taste to baked foods
that nothing else matches.