Coffee makes me think of Cleo.
I smell her kitchen on days too hot for coffee…
perk perk perk on the stove.
The ashes and butts in trays,
Under the table cloth her elbows stick to – the newspaper clippings –
with the sugar on the table, puzzle books
and playing cards in the window sill.
She always hung up without saying good-bye
and walked to the window as we drove off.
Love your baby.