The hall was filled with winter coats on hooks.
Old tennis rackets and wooden skis from another era
leaned against the wall.
Buckle-up rubber boots and unmatching mittens
were piled in a big basket by the door.
Wool scarves hung on a coar tree beside the basket.
In the kitchen, my mother was heating red wine,
orange juice, sugar, and cinnamon
in an old aluminum pan.


Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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