07:50
dipping buttered toast in your coffee
I hear the hush of the silent house
The other children gone off to sch0ol
you and I sit together
alone in the dim morning light
full of love and trust
chattering to one another about
simple times with unfurrowed brows
We were so close then
I hold that memory in my mind
like an old black and white photograph
one would carry in a wallet, worn soft
from years of riding in a back pocket
a phot0
showing the ones you love
the most beautiful mother
the best loved and dearest held
the treasured one
to be shown far from home.
