Today I felt an urge to drive to the old homestead
in Port Orchard and surprise the folks with a visit.
the smile on Moz’s face when she saw me
walk in the door.
Dad scaling the stairs to greet me.
taking a walk through the woods to the creek,
looking for new spring buds on the alders,
and squirrels scrambling through the cedars.
for a place that no longer exists
– Karen Molenaar Terrell