Bob is back at the Mansion, recovering from some health issues. His wife Shirley died a few months ago, and the holidays are difficult for him. Sometimes, he sits by the door in the cold weather – he loves to sit on the porch when the weather permits – and seems deep in thought.
Red sometimes comes and sits by him, and today, I noticed that Summer, the Mansion cat, joined them. I thought it was a particularly poignant and meaningful holiday image.
heart heavy with grief
although i feel it beating
it sits like a stone in my chest.
i sit here with thoughts of the past
and loved ones gone on
yet a lone in my loneliness
i am not
red comes for a visit
and sits near my chair
summer wanders about
then comes back
to once again sit awhile
people pass by
and lay a soft touch upon me
words of caring are spoken
i may not reply
but i feel your touch
hear your words within my heart
they fill me with peace
i sit a lone but am not alone
here in this house we all call home
for home it is indeed
in all the ways that matter
i know for a fact
this house has a heart of its own.
Love the poem, Alexa.
A very poignant photo, Jon. The Inn is a beautiful place, and there are so many “stories” on Bob’s silhouette, as well as the Red and Summer offering their presence in just the right way. THANK YOU for all you do.