Nights at Grandaddies house 

The windows were always open 

My siblings and I slept in a large bedroom

My brother was in a single bed 

My sister in a double rod iron bed

The nights were of sleepy shadows 

Sounds were of owls in the dark

Cool breeze found its way in as

We drew the patch work quilt over 

Nights at Grandaddies were cocooned 

In the knowing of love and safety 

And it was ‘ going to be alright.”

CMM. 2021