Sense of Place
by Michael Romani

You see it in her x-ray eyes
There is really no disguise
She feels her sense of place
She wears it on her smiling face

It's an attachment to things past
These that endure and are meant to last
Building on these things to nurture
Bringing yesterday into the future

The values, the food - things cared for
Are a way of opening the door
With a sense of mystical hocus pocus
The everyday life is celebrated in focus

Putting aside the pretentious opulence 
Replacing it with a caring difference
There's a thorough sort of extraordinary
In finding the luxury of homey ordinary

It's these moments of comforting home
That are so completely restorative
Taking away the ache of the being alone
That are so magically, completely curative

Bringing us closer to each other
In the seasons we spend together
It's that building of community
That provides a frame for loving clarity

Life lived in a return to family
Plated and served for as extraordinary
Temperature taken in its quiet scale
Begins as it has begun in the design of this tale

(c) July 31, 2017  Michael Romani
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