Ants On The Porch Poem by Greg Weber

same old fly is on the screen door
pacing back and forth/up and down to and fro
biding time… waiting to get in
pancakes on the griddle
ham fryin' in the pan… each aroma enticing him
syrup heatin' on the cook stove
warm his little fly senses
there are ants on the front porch marching
in a line
a regimented movement
bangin' to the drum beat
of the kids running down the steps from the bedroom
pounding little feet
of one mind as they race to the kitchen…
made lively by the laughter kept inside through the night
a unity of love kept alive by Mother
cooking cleaning
catching the runny nose
digging a tissue from her purse
this is the center of our family universe;
see through the open side window
under the shade tree the robust robins bounce at play/
beautiful blue birds alight on the window sill
craving crumbs
silently they stay/
the kitchen holds our core
it binds the family love
it is what we do… starting everyday

By Greg Weber