Memorial

Lay by the fireplace

and enjoy a homely warmth

thinking about the

family & what they’re doing.

I get up to answer a knock

at the door. It’s my son

(in a surprise visit).

We hug. I ask myself if he has

good memories stored away

to share one day

when he too may lay by

a fireplace & reminisce as

I did in an alone

time at the old cottage.