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About This Poem
Creating Bliss
I take it down to Alabama
those long forgotten whims
the days of heat and passion
barely enough money to live
Oh those days that summer
when love was my only gift
down on old Red River
the tug boats horn blowing off in the mist
but we never stopped laughing
long enough to hear
Oh I dream of sweet Alabama
as my memories make thoughts swim
two tiny toddlers in that old house asleep
as we made our dreams hope creating another
in nine months we held our creation of bliss
This is about my third child Sawyer. Moving into my childhood home, he got a gleam in his eye and we took a break from moving right there. I was so young. A tug boat came by blowing watching and no matter how much I begged he kept saying I don't hear a thing. I was so embarrassed. We were miles from civilization but my luck a tug boat came up the river. lol TMI just a fond memory now. Alabama was always on the radio, he would set it to take me down, or she and I. Over share I know. Not my best for sure but a memory just the same.
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