The Porch

A view from the mountains at dusk,
As snow crackles under my boots,
Our old dog, Coffee and I,
We’ll meet you in the morning on the porch.

Once, we visited the ocean,
Pretty, but the waves were scary,
I was afraid to go in,
You stayed with me on the beach, under the umbrella.

A yellow songbird flew by today,
And sit right down on my shoulder,
We shared a breath of air,
Then she flew off into the trees.

There’s no place like the porch,
To watch the morning sunrise,
Or to listen to old Coffee,
Bay at the moon.

But of course you know that,
All the years you sit here with me,
Won’t you come sit with me again,
So we can share some memories one more time?