Mama's Front Porch Swing.

Mama's front porch swing.
It is lod and scweeks as you rock back and forth.
The chains are rusted and the paint is chipped.
There are baby kittens playing around the whicker basket in the corner where they were born a few weeks ago.
There is a small painted rocking chair for the pot of petunias to sit.
The breeze brings the smell of lilac and honeysuckle that line the fence rows.
A cold glass sweet tea in a tall glass with cool sweat running down the outside to cool my forhead as I run the side of the glass across it.
Across the fence sits an old barn with tin and boards starting to come apart.
The troft in the holding pin is full of grain for the mules. You can hear them coming as my dad whistles for them. 
The old farmhouse is pail yellow stuco with a green tin roof.
The flower bed is filled with viberant color and the tractor tire in the front yard is filled with daffadils and crocus.  Iris bloom in every color along the side of the old store that sits by the side of the road.
The front yard slops with a giant tree covered in leaves in the middle with snowball bushes and rose of sharon growing under its vast shade it provides.
Crepe mertal and Hydrangia are at every corner.
Rose bushes under the old double pained windows.
I can hear the dogs barking and the chickens cluking in the back yard.
The cloths on the line dance in the breeze.
The second step on the porch is cracked. 
I sit rock and sing old hymns with my mom as we sip iced tea.
I find peace with the beauty of the counrty side the smell of the flowers, the sounda of my childhood. 
Mama always holds my hand as we sit and swing.
The memories of the past rush through my mind and often bring tears to my eyes when I think of the times I have spent in the old porch swing with my mama.
Snapping beans from the garden.
sitting and singing. My dad joins in the tune from the other side of the open window where he is sitting in his recliner watching the ballgame with his eyes closed.
Cleaning blackberries and morel mushrooms that we picked as we took a stroll through the tember behind the field.
Sitting and talking about life and all of its wonders.
Just sitting and rocking and enjoying everything that surrounds us.