Day 345

December 11, 2022

Thank you for lunch my lovely friend and compatriot. 

Anew,

my brilliant day

emerges with resolve

to stay warm, comfortable and fed.

Sunday

Today is probably our first real snow day of the year.  I had lunch with Tristan and came home and washed some dishes.  I want to write two more poems.  I want to take a few more photos.

I did cook a real dinner of salmon and asparagus and later I will make myself a cup of cocoa.  I may try and watch a movie or do something that rocks me gently.

 

Tristan

you turned three

the week I found a place

where my heart could heal a bit

near you.

Held close

we laughed and sang

we explored new fields

grew in spurts of  strength

tenderness, holding onto your

small hand.

Grown man

and I begin

to be a crone in age

remembering 48 years of

held hearts.