Sunday, April 14, 2013

sanctity of the lane...

for many reasons,
i have always treasured
my life on the lane
especially in the spring
and summer.

when the flowers and trees
are in full bloom,
the lane looks much like
an original
thomas kinkade

the lane is also a bit enchanted...
we have deer,
lots of birds. 

what i've always 
treasured most
are my next-door neighbors,
the davises.

when i moved here 
as a little girl
with my parents,
jack and stella were my best friends
even though i was only nine
and they were in their sixties.
i remember in the summers
watching out the window
yearning for them to arrive home from work.

i got so giddy 
when i saw their woody station wagon
 pull into their driveway.
stella went in to start supper.
as soon as i saw jack in the backyard,
i ran over to 
when he saw me coming 
he grabbed an extra lawn chair for me.
we sat and watched 
sanford and son
almost every afternoon together.
although i was only a mere fourth-grader,
 jack talked to me like i was grown.
i liked that!

when stella saw that i was there,
she brought jack and me
poured over ice
in ball jars.
she handed us our drinks 
and then dried her hands on her

stella was beautiful.
she always had her hair
whether she was dressed 
for church
donning shorts, a polo,
tennis shoes,
and apron,
she looked like
a model-modern-housewife-and-mother.

she never failed to ask me about my day.
i remember trying to come up
with a good tale
because i loved, loved, loved
to hear her reply,

"well, good grief!"

it reminded me of charlie brown
and always made me giggle.

she then usually returned to her kitchen
to continue preparing dinner.

jack and i sipped
our cokes
(well, jack took swigs of his cola
after each spit of tobacco;)
while watching 
ol' fred sanford
grab his shoulder 
and tell his late wife,
he was coming to join her.

after a while,
mom hollered 
for me to come home
for dinner,
stella called jack in to eat.


many nights
after we ate supper
mom allowed me to rejoin them in their backyard..
i don't know if i was a bother to them,
but if i was,
they never made me feel like it.
there were no other children on the lane.
they were all i had.
they were 
all i needed.



when i was little
we never took summer vacations.
that was okay
because jack and stella didn't either.

preached the sanctity of the lane...
he scooted to the front of his lawn-chair
expanding his arms as wide as he could
as if presenting something  really special
and rhetorically asked,

"why would we 
go anywhere else
when we have everything we need
right here?"

why, indeed!!?!?

love and God's blessings,
dani xxx

1 comment:

Sally Crowe said...

So beautiful, Dani. I love this; you have a wonderful way with words.