Strange how we lose track and mix memories with false recollections. But still the fire burns and we look for the signals that coals are alight. Such stimuli of word choice that, for me, evoke aging and the descent towards loss.
Brief though it might have been, your interlude displays such a range of emotions: appreciation, cheekiness, memory, joy, sadness. And, all in few extraordinary words.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..