Dadu! she yelled from in the kitchen to him in the hall where his granddaughters caught him coming out of the spare bedroom Care for a cup of coffee now, or did you want to wait a bit?

Cawwfee he yelled back Thank you

                                        An you two knuckleheads the way youre acting I might think youve had too much caffeine

Grandpoo! they chorused

Too early in the morning girls Ive told you if youre going to call me that Ill shut you downignore you

Grandpoo!

he parted them a hand to their chest and gently pressed them to the walls

                                                                               Excuse me ignoramuses

they tried to grab his arms to hold him but he slipped them and under a hail of Grandpoo Grandpoo Grandpoo at his back he went up the hall into diningroom where through the pass-through he could see his daughter drying a coffee cup to fill it for him

Good morning love

she smiled widely her dimples deep  her mothers dimples   he could only wish he had dimples

                                                                                                       Good morning, Dad, sleep well, dream?

Yes Yes Yourself  Sleep well and dream

Yes. Yes. I’ll pour your coffee and we can sit and talk, share our dreams.

Good Then Ill take it you had pleasant dreamsbeen a bit

Yes. It has been a bit. A wonderful dream. I dreamt of Mom.

seventeen years later Mom made his throat tightentears work into his eyes he wiped them quickly his daughter didnt see

     How fortunate are you Did you recognise her right off

when he dreamed of his wife she came to him as a different woman rarely herself a different woman who had her hazel eyes which belied her as theyd speak

Yes, right off. I was walking Spirit and she waved to me, hailed me, and crossed the pasture toward me. I walked towards her and we embraced and kissed. I held Spirit’s reins and we walked him hand in hand.

she set his black coffee on the table before where he sat set her cup down pulled out the chair and sat

Spirit and Mom In the country It cant get any better than thatcan it

she smiled huge

                  I’d have to think but I don’t think so . . maybe if you were there too.

In a dream as rare as Mom visits me unlikely

Maybe. Though I appreciate your unlikely to an absolute like never.

Boom A philosophical morning begins

                                         But before I forget he reached over and took her hand I love you 

I love you.

he leaned towards her she met him halfway they kissed once  they kissed a second time

they sat back

Black coffee and kisses Cant think of a better way to start my morning

Me neither.

the cup she filled for himwashed for him was his favourite of her coffee cups it was decorated with a replica of a Joan Miro canvas

              he preferred the Miro to the various Van Goghs she had  it spoke to him

it was very much like his daughter her gentle thoughtful generous nature which she readily extended to him

Thank you for serving me Miros cup

she blinked and smiled

                         it seemed he surprised her that he noticed every time

You’re welcome, Dadu. she loved teasing him with her new moniker she had addressed a letter and either in her haste or distracted by the girls she wrote Dadu rather than Dad and seeing her error she sent it anyway

You certainly are observant, have an eye for detail.

Actually love thats rather an eye for beauty An how graced I am this morning to be able to have coffee with my beautiful daughter

Awshucks, golly geewhiz. Am I blushing? she laughed deeply

MyGawd he thought Ill never get enough of her laugh  he laughed with her

1737,  Sunday,  8  3. 20

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