The warmth and light from time
The fire that consumes all evidence of my being
Draws me to it in my grief
As if its embers home to my tears
Could bring us back together again
As if the dog curled up by the fireplace
And those of us still living
Could summon forth those who are not
Could restore the tenderness
That flickered in my child’s soul
A moment of having and touching
Before it was taken away