Roll Back The Time

Kisses and Cookies (my superpower_

 

From the top of the hill,

I see you come.

My smile is weary. 

For you are on the run.

Running from life,

Hiding from pain.

Looking for pigtails

and your old windowpane.

The road to mamma’s has not a toll.

And there’s no place like it

so I have been told.

I head to the kitchen

for cookies and plates.

Two of everything on the table is placed.

Silence is broken

with the closing of the door.

 

That familiar aroma

Let’s her,

 let out a moan.

“Momma”

She cries.

“I’m home.”

As my grown girl,

rushes to hug my neck.

 

Her fears are bottled,

corked down tight,

but with a kiss to the cheek,

one tear, swings wide the tide.

 

Kisses and cookies

cannot fix everything.

 

But, a journey

to momma’s

can renew ones hopes

and

roll back the time

as she swings on the old knotted rope.

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Leaving home is like having elastic band syndrome.
You need it to stretch so far before it snaps right back to safety.
I think that's why we leave stuff in the old house just, so we can pop back in emergencies.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes. We always feel like that place is part of us our emergency lifeline. Which is a good thing, and then somewhere along the way we become the lifeline.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes. We always feel like that place is part of us our emergency lifeline. Which is a good thing, and then somewhere along the way we become the lifeline.

[barleygirl]

Your palpable poem makes this often-lost option feel viable again! There's always some aspect of life that brings this level of comforting & letting go, even when the cookies & the baker can no longer be part of our scene. I love how your poem pops on the literal level, taking your reader back in time, but also it's an invitation to search & find the plate of cookies (still accessible) that we may be overlooking (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) yes that's true sometimes we don't even know we get strength from something till it's gone.
read more:) yes that's true sometimes we don't even know we get strength from something till it's gone.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Reaffirming and nostalgic.
Most of us never wanted to believe Tom Wolfe; we yearn to go home, again.
Wonderful, Cherrie!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Jimmy, I missed you review, I am so sorry, and thank you. Tom was partly right. We can go back it hasn't changed only we have.

[Pete]

thank heaven we can in our heart and minds. we always have the comforting memories. the warmth in a kitchen of love is forever radiates, far-reaching ... :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes, some of my favorite memories happened in my momma's and or my grandma's kitchen.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Nicely written poem. I like the ride the rhymes took me on as well as the detailed words and meaning of the well-put title. tyfs

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you, Cy. I hope all is well with you.

[msharma]

Beautifully described the emotions. The last stanza has the best universal feel portrayed.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes, I think it is a universal security blanket, there comes a time when we loose that hiding place, because they are no longer here, and find we have become that security to others.

[msharma]

True,very rightly said.

[John the Baptist]

It is nice to have a safe space in these times. This young lady is fortunate.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Good morning John, and thank you. Funny thing is I really only have two modes. Mommy-mode, and my dad was a Marine, 'rub some dirt on it and get to work-mode,' lol. but the good news is I always use the kiss and cookies method first. :) I hope you and your family are doing well?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A nicely set scene, described well and set full of the emotions of that moment. I guess this does play out as children return to the safety of home when the going gets tough.

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you John, hugs are cheap but they are the best treasure when you feel low.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Agreed Cherrie!