With the crackling sounds of grease on the frying pan
Watching the dew slowly vanish from the leaves outside the window
Since I saw you last.
And the blueberries in your pancakes just as sweet.
the cushion seat.
But it's still my favorite spot.
The mountain air catches your scent and carries it back to me.
Gentle and Holy.
Fragile and Strong, simultaneously.
About school and boys.
Rough around the edges and full of unnecessary detail
To remember this.
The red scarf in your hair.
Trying to complain about the state of your clothes.
I have you.
When it was new
When I was more innocent
Left by my tea cup on the yellowing counter top.
And say grace.
That saved a wretch like me.
-- delicate detail, vivid, very moving. I hope there is no relaton between the subject of the poem and the emergency.
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