Coming home, here,
breaks through every layer of brick...
I miss your giggle.
I miss your sweet smile...
Beauty radiates tween conversation as
Roses mixed with greenery, remind me...
The fire of winter burns low and glows
spreading orange shadows across faces...
Stroking her fur
evokes now that purr...
Growing
older...
Again I reminisce of stories you told me..
...into the bunker...
When everything around you crumbles
When all you can see is dust...
I tried
to paint the sun and realised...
Not teaching my kids
to mimic but nice to hear...
Candle burning in the window at night
draws me into the halo of light...
Don't you try to understand me
For you cannot and never will...