House and Gardens
We leave our
jackets around the chairs
in spite of the
formalility of the setting.
Well, the outsiders are,
as usual, absent.
There are no guests to
make the rooms into a
tasteful memory.
I know her jacket
and she knows mine. She
sometimes scolds me
but I take it with good grace.
I know she is not
mother.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2014
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