A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
The Place I Belong
The Place I Belong
by Joselynn Medeiros
the lovely smell of gardenias in the morning
waking up next to the person i love
i kiss him as i roll off of my bed
as i stand outside on the porch i can see the
the ocean curve in the distance
hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the person i love
feeling his arms wrap around me as i smile
the touch of him made feel so warm inside
i turn to kiss him good morning
i lay my head on his chest
i could hear the sound of his heart beat
being in his arms was the place i belong
we watched as the fog rolled over the mountain top
the sun’s rays beamed through the fog
we laughed as he tried to scare the
turkeys
the beautiful red green house stood out
like a yellow flower in green grass
as he chased the turkeys i cooked breakfast
the sweet smell of eggs bacon with french toast with butter coated on top
he came in the door like ballerina his movement graceful just like his touch so kind and loving
i smiled as he smiled looking at me and the food
we laughed the whole morning as we layed next to each other watching
i watched as he laughed watching the moving
i thought out loud as i held him in my arms
“the place i belong”