The stone house
Painted white inside
With white windows
Had five rooms
The kitchen and bathroom were separate rooms behind the house.
The front windows had a view over the bay.
The yard that stretched for twelve acres wide,
Ended in a path that cut down to the water and sandy beach.
In that house, Ingrid had raised four children
Loved a husband and lost him
Seen her eighteen birthday
And now, on a rain-soaked, grey October day, saw her 80th.
She began the day at five, watching the rain drops run down her Smokey-glassed windows
Watching the fishing boats in the harbour
With their lights disappearing out of the bay.
She had already set the fire in the kitchen and in the sitting room
Now she had bread baking, clothes drying and the net that she was mending
Set up across the timber grid.
It was a cold, quiet day; the sound of the rain on the roof kept her company
She rubbed her hands together and felt how dry they were, like autumn leaves
She did not need to go into town today and looked forward to resting in the afternoon.