swept up laughter and joy

swept the porches and weeded

the front garden early this morning

before more scheduled viewings

of our house on the hill

rhodies bursting into pinks

and whites and iris into purple

three snow-capped peaks glistening

on the horizon while my heart

warms to the interest and melts

at the loss of the home for decades

of family laughter and joy

still vivid

laughing lunch with elder daughter

phoned younger to giggle over memory

she chuckles, musing, “strange how

incidents of decades ago come flooding

back as though they just happened”