Virtual summers

Food and table would be all ready

And I’d be sitting out on that porch

Rocking in my ole wooden chair

Staring out at the sight of solitude

Waiting for you and your little girl

To drive up wearing bright smiles

Our regular Sunday evening dinner

You’d bring in your homemade pie

We’d reminisce about the older days

As Morgan would gasp and then laugh

Hearing about your brave escapades

Family and food make life so perfect  

But our wishes just fell short Babygirl  

Plans we made but never…made it to


Poet of the Light © 2023

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