Blowing In the Wind
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We’d gather on the old wooden porch
gramps would sit in his rocking chair
with wisps of smoke rising from his cigar
I’d snuggle up to gran
on the faded old swing seat
We’d sip lemon tea
and chat late into the night
catching up on the news since I’d last visited
I always loved to hear
the music of the wind chimes tinkling
as they danced on the warm summer breeze
My grandparents passed many years ago
but I can still hear that same music
as the wind chimes now swing on my porch
I hold in my heart
precious memories of times past
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8/28/18
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2018
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