The foam at the top of the bottle ran over and down.
I didn't mind that a bit.
I could smell the smoky, muscular malt
and the bitter imp hopped on my tongue.
I was sitting in a comfortable chair by a fire.
Missus and I discussed having an old watch repaired.
The little white dog was curled up in her lap
Only his shaggy head could be seen
above the blanket over her legs.
We sipped our beer in the dark
and talked about the kids,
worrying about their problems.
We did our best to raise them.
They will sort it out as we did.
We have our love to share and pass on.
We have a fire and a sup to warm us.
There is food in the cupboard
and a little white dog makes us laugh.
Our days together will always be with us.
The warm green of her eyes is in my coat pocket.
Her kiss is in my cap.
The "A" in my name is in her ear.