A Happy Memory
When I think back at my happiest time of life,
I always recall the old home of my childhood;
on a shady street and with a park at the end,
where my dad and I would feed the ducks.
It was such a peaceful time sitting in the park,
talking and investigating the little fish at the edge;
tadpoles dad said, and there were tiny frogs too,
jumping all over- I think they followed us home.
Many days were spent in make believe on the porch,
with my dolls and teddies and weak tea in a real pot;
a real pot and tea cups grandma had given to me,
even, snowball cat joined the tea party on the porch.
July 5, 2020
Poetry/Light Verse/A Happy Memory
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