You were coming up the stairs when I was going down the stairs...
You took them two and three at a time while I held on to the rail and both
feet touched each step...

You are basking in a glow of Spring while I sit on the porch watching the breeze pushing the leaves of Fall around the yard...

You are ready to take on the world while I try not to let the world run over me....

You can't wait for the Saturday Dance, and I look forward to a warm fire of very dry oak, glass of very dry Sherry and a very lazy cat in my lap...

As you enter the room your friends call out and the room comes alive, for now the party has started, you are there...

I watch the flame thinking of those who are gone out of my life, one hand warms the Sherry, the other pets the old Tom cat with the tattered ears from life's many battles... He gazes at the flickering flame, Is he remembering...? He comes to me for comfort and in doing so I am comforted... We are old friends the cat and I... We Have shared much in this life and maybe we will share more in the next...