Twirling passionfruit vines, winter sun

Musty cupboards and sprigs of lavender

Wind chimes inside, just beyond reach

Matriarchal hand casting shadows on the wall

On the ground, we’d play on our knees

The couch and table a fortress and tower

Handwritten note, a cartoon of you

Laughter lost to time yet the words are engraved

“I’ll always be with you right there in your heart”