Day One
Such a lot of things I'd do,
The books I'd read
The shows I'd see!
I'd sip long galleries
Of half-forgotten pleasures.
He went to school, the youngest,
Not big enough to tie his shoes,
School case in his chubby grip,
Smiling, eager, new...I sit and
Silence creeps about uncluttered rooms.
Copyright © Elizabeth Mccann | Year Posted 2022
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