Memories

My father makes pancakes with orange juice, yoghurt
They always come out lightly brown, criss-crossed
On an orange plate on Saturday morning

Perfume samples in magazines remind me of my mother's
thick Vogues stacked by the bathtub
Fashionable time, leisurely reading

I sleep in the room above the piano
In the night, its silent notes float through the spaces in the floorboard
and permeate my pillow, whispering to my ears