After the Visit
My grandkids paid a visit
To our country house last week
And filled the house with joy
Which emanated from each shriek.
I dragged out all the books and games
From when their dad was young
And played the old cassette tapes
With the songs that Raffi'd sung.
The pillows from the couch made roads;
The dominoes made towers.
The dollhouse rooms were rearranged;
The playing lasted hours.
I'm back this weekend; they are not.
I miss their laughs and smiles
And all they left behind outside
Are stones in little piles.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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