Where I’m From
I’m from a brick house
Love engulfing the walls like insulation
This is my world
An everlasting home
My everything
I’m from the whiff of freshly cut grass
The smell of dogs
The scent of the hot tub’s steam
An aroma of the afternoon’s sweet breeze
My nose is kept busy
I’m from humming computers that keep rhythm
Noises of barking dogs in every direction
The clamor of metal pots echoing in the kitchen
Shouts of sports commentator’s booming voices
My ears are kept busy
I’m from rich flavors in spaghetti
Tastes of hearty chili
Samples of home-style cookies
Bites of roasted chicken
My mouth is kept busy
I’m from soft blankets in winter
The feeling of a warm pillow early in the morning
The soft bubbles of a hot tub’s jets
The essence of a thick rug beneath your feet
My sense of touch is kept busy
I’m from a brick house
Endless spirit of family
Indestructible memories
My everything
by
Mike Weiss
My Hugging King
Sparkling Blue Eyes
A smile known to melt any heart
reaches arms up
encircling grandma, grandpa,
mom and dad,
sisters, brother,
friends
The Hugging King
Sparkling Blue Eyes
now outlined by wire rims
arms reaching down
enveloping grandma, grandpa,
mom and dad,
sisters, brother,
friends
The Hugging King
Gone too soon
Eyes now closed
sending robins
hugs remembered
smiles memorized
Always
My Hugging King
The first stanza of this Emily Dickinson Poem on my painting reads:
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul ----
And sings the tune without the words ----
And never stops - at - all
Love You Mike