Keep Me Company

Winter’s early cold has gathered
steam against the windows,
softening the lights’ reflection.

Standing in the doorway,
I strain above the hum of the dryer
to hear my son
as he narrates his play by whisper
in the old claw foot bathtub.

I should be helping him,
but he hasn’t noticed me there,
and the teacup is warm in my hands.

Finally he stills and calls to me — Dad?
I thought you were going to keep me company?

Of course I am.
Of course I am.

13 thoughts on “Keep Me Company

  1. Eric Tonningsen

    Nice. 🙂 I see he’s yet to learn that comforts of company are at best, sometimes subtle. He’ll glean this from his wise Dad one day. Thanks for the comforting words and warming visual.

    Reply

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