The day is in that ‘in between’ phase.
Tea and toast after the peninsula walk
Dog’s feet cleaned (nearly) , lots of talk.
Supper slow cooking
The better for us not looking.
So – gather round our outside stove
And let’s talk, tell stories, reminisce
About life, love, about family legend and myth,
While all the while, flames flicker and wood sputters and spits.
Pass the wine, let’s drink our toast
To those no longer able
To sit with us at our table.
We feel your spirit presence with us
Always there, always close.
Jo Hansen 