Museum Sonnet

I wish I was back there, winter’s chill gone with the sun and my coconut curry soup. Breathing bready smells, gazing down on the Dogwood trees on West Paces Ferry. My dad: I think he and I have the same soul. We went by ourselves for a whole day, Wand’ring around the museum that became my favorite spot. Every display. Where we read labels to our hearts’ content – Civil war battles covered in dust, from the lies that followed wherever they went. German painter Wilhelm Heine spoke to us: “Remember what I’ve put on this canvas and don’t ever let it happen again.”