Continuation

The Continuation It is night they have all gone to bed, since I’m old and sleep little my job is to keep the ember alive in the stove, add a piece of wood now and then. My granddad used to do that keeping the flames alive, so when the young got up the rooms wouldn’t be too cold. I sit in darkness but see through curtains snow falling adding to millions of other snowflakes, I know the children will be exited, the adults less so. For me it doesn’t matter, but I haven’t forgotten the pleasure of a snowy landscape. It is odd, me godless man, feel an inner peace, everything that has happened fits together I have meet my ghosts; nothing scares me anymore except rumours of a new war. As a child I knew war and all its brutality, I was hoping my grandchildren would be spared. I’m nearly falling asleep but my granddad awakes me, whispers about my obligations, I add a piece of wood to the fire and dream of yesteryear.