putting touches on a
last piece of house i want keep
after the past has been said goodbye to
yawning after a long day’s work is done
in that bedroom i was first reading under a blanket
next to that was the room grand paws taught me poker
getting to first make out with friend girl downstairs
coming home from the first track meet that year
opportunity to learn pool that summer and
maybe not hide my first beer while i hear granma’s jokes
puppies being chosen for work on the farm
leaning forward to sun the back on that lawnmower
inching quietly across the porch with a juice at sunset
chasing butterflies or swinging on a rope
after dinner reading by the fireplace
treating ourselves to cherries and cream at midnight
every morning we discussed the teachers in history
dedicated to the peace that comes with family
growing in many directions and many ways
awesome collections of the
mighty snowstorms that find us wherever we are
eventually disappearing in the darkness of a den
soft edge past evolves into a hard line future
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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