Mien of Meaning

Leaves of high trees rustle
Telling white picket fences
Along country houses
To open for family.

The summer breeze billows curtains,
Gives voice to wind chimes
That ring with tinkling comfort,
And deliver delicious scents to taste.

As I enter her sacred space,
The corners of eyes crinkle,
And lips form true welcome
With merely a creaky smile.

Grandma moves about the kitchen,
Motion stiff but easy,
Desire to please giving her vigor.

Rolling pins and dough
From counter to oven,
Treasures inside to discover.

But the real fortune is love,
The heart underlying the scene.
Tears well with fond emotion
Of our fleeting time together,
Two souls wed by one mien of meaning.