My peaceful place was the
homey smells and sounds
of my grandparents’ cottage.
Cousins, aunts and uncles,
talking, yelling, laughing.
Happily jumping into the
fuss and mess of mealtime.
Sounds of waves crashing
as we walk along the shore.
Memories of learning to
waterski off the boom,
or riding along in the boat.
Trying to find a seat on the dock.
Evening beach strolls against a setting sun.
Sticky smores passed around
at the nightly campfire.
Priceless memories of love, family
by Tanis H
