I see her face familiar
the smell of butter warming
in a pan before
grilled cheese sandwiches
houndstooth pattern
transcribed from the sofa
to my cheek
on a lazy Saturday afternoon
James Taylor slowly pouring
from the speakers
like hot water in a mug
of Mom’s instant coffee
Her face double-exposed
over older memories
scenes of home flashing
from her propulsive influence
purifying moments woefully absent
of that face — the second place
I consider home
has always been there.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: “Familiar”
Often Mumbled Musings 
Love this…❤️
“James Taylor slowly pouring
from the speakers
like hot water in a mug
of Mom’s instant coffee”
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Ooh, I love this. So many awesome images
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Lovely job Phillip. I love James Taylor, my older sister use to ride to high school with his brother. Small world, they were in the south too at the time. Sending hugs, Joni
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What a small world! I grew up in North Carolina (as did my parents), so James Taylor has always been a big hit in my family.
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Oh wow, that is wild Phillip. My older sister drove him to school for a while in Wilson, NC. It was his brother, not James. I have always loved his music too Phillip. He was such a talent. Boy you are not kidding about it being a small world. Big hugs to you and your loved ones Phillip. ❤️🤗🥰
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