The fire side reflection

I remember...

I sat in the darken living room,
The cold surrounded my back,
But... the front of my being was
Bathed in firelight... fire heat...

And I now bathe in the heat of memory!

I sat with my sister... enjoying the dancing flames,
No electricity for us, like so many, was poor.

My Mum... she came home from work in those winter months...
And one night she brought unquestionable love in a box,
A puppy called Bobby!
Black and full of joy...
I remember the smell of him...

The more poverty of no electricity...
The smell of coal and fire,
The aura of the cold brought from my Mum.
And the love in a box...