We dream looking at the fire in the fireplace.

It is like a private world.

And watching the flames we dream and sigh.

Kids get pillows and lie on their stomachs, nestling close.

Grownups remember all the dreamy things that happened.

They’ll never come again.

Fireplaces make loving moments and just for a while everyone is still.

Why are we a little sad?

Looking into the fire we know our lives a little better

And maybe tomorrow will be better.

Mary Griffin Schwaba, 1977
Mary, also known as Sis, was Tricia’s mom who passed at almost 94 years old in 2013.
They shared a love of writing poetry and exploring the mysteries of spiritual connection.