Prompt: write a poem with each line starting with the letter of the alphabet
Begins with birdsong and a gray
Cat climbing upon a yellow bench.
Eggs are sizzling in the iron pan,
Fresh fruit from the garden
Glows in blue bowls on the table.
Here there is solace,
Inside a small green-roofed farmhouse
Just outside a Chicago suburb.
Kin from Indiana are coming to
Laugh and linger on the white front porch.
My grandparents offer a full table
Never turning away from a grandchild's questions,
Open to learning from them,
Patient as the
Questions turn to the meaning of life.
Religion is not the
Time and Truth are
Understood to be the
Very center of