The lights went out last night even though we
paid the bill. We lit the candles and played
a card game like the old days, with no heat
‘til it got too cold. We did a charade
to guess what word each other was but no
one guessed. Little things like that cause no fuss
in our household. Tall white candles aglow,
down jackets zipped up and lots to discuss.
We make do with what we’ve got and
wait for the power to come on again at dawn,
relying on what games we create or
what talks we had, games played or pictures drawn.
We can make do with our wits without lights
The old days still excite with some delights.
La Cañada Flintridge