Georgia

 Raspy voice, big laugh and a full face smile. I’ll miss 

You soaking in sun in the tiny formal garden, scattered 

with whimsically staged statues. 

You pouring coffee in the fifties kitchen. We loved coffee. I’ll miss you,

telling me how it is. Your voice drawling out my name. You made it sound sophisticated. Which I’m not. I loved that.  

I’ll miss watching you love Dad. Watching Dad love you.

So self deprecating about your painting but I’d catch you ….Georgia, you loved to make art. Inspired me.

I’ll miss seeing you 

in the house, sitting on the sofa, fog curling over big windows, even 

the tin sound of my shoes on those impossibly steep stairs. I’ll miss the me, rushing up…to see you and Dad.