They Visit Me Still

Train whistle I think of Dad. He loved them so Coyote comes to visit almost to my front porch That’s Daddy too Smell of smoke. My father-in-law Dwight is here. Cupboards slamming now With no person in the kitchen, my mother-in-law, Helen. I await my mother’s presence Wondering how she will make herself known She has not been gone long Maybe still resting