Last Night

Scent of white fleshed shrimp,
garlic and butter,
Porterhouse steak and potatoes
on the grill.
Jon is the master chef in the house,
sous-chef, Val.
We eat, drink, and play dominoes.
Kaylee coos.

Empty House

Stomach ache, head full of visions
from last week, heart ache,
phantom embraces, baby chatter

rings in my ears,

granddaughter and family
left this mourn.    

Second Choice

Frigid winds keep us from Disney World.
Instead we play Dominoes. They click, clack, stack up
on slick marble table. Valerie, Jon, Bill and I
in a game of chance while baby Kaylee reaches,
attempts to rescue dominoes from their symmetry.