A spot of red and dash of yellow bandana masked eyes how you transport me to simpler times – childhood days when you and I
Years when children, perpetually in motion, required a referee – Mom’s energy replete so ephemeral now – time having vanished, weariness lingering, savouring memory blurs.
We devour old times – two clouded, broken-eyed, cat and dog – fishing sacred out of vast champagne night. I may linger, eat air, an
Remember when we were lovers, and would stay all out night – me full of bravado, you coaxing one more drink? I’d awaken the next
My granddaughter’s arms reach up above her head, her tiny hands each grasping one of my fingers. She takes a wobbly step forward and then