The Hamilton Avenue exit in Brooklyn
is a sign I am close to my sister’s house.
D’Amico’s coffee lingers in the air
and hip young Brooklynites walk
all manner of dogs.
There’s my favorite dress shop, Lily’s, on Court Street.
The church spire rising at the corner of Hoyt and Sackett
means I am moments from hugging family.
Neighbors on stoops raise a hand or call hello.
The broad, flat leaves of a graceful tree
in front of my sister’s stately brownstone
welcome me
as I climb the wide stone steps.
This visit could be happening today,
ten years ago or tomorrow.
There is something comforting about
a home away from home
filled with family and
the familiar.
“Bethie’s here!”
comes from the kitchen as
feet pound down the sweeping
dark wood staircase.
A deep breath in,
A deep breath out.
At last.
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I love this! What a beautiful slice of visiting a home away from home!
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It’s nice to visit a close relative in such an exciting place. I like your poetic lines building energy as you get closer to walking inside. Enjoy your Visit.
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“Means I am moments from hugging family” – such a beautiful line! I loved your poem.
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These were my favorite lines:
Bethie’s here!”
comes from the kitchen as
feet pound down the sweeping
dark wood staircase.
The visited were as excited as the visitor. I loved the imagery.
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Brooklyn is the best! family is even better. I love this!
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What a perfect description. And to hear your name as Bethie! I don’t know if I can ever go back. Sisters are supreme.
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