Greenery
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Greenery
We drove for hours,
and…
lost our way twice.
Dad grumbled beneath
his breath, quietly,
or was he praying?
No one dared to ask,
Where…
Where we may end…
(quietly, gazing out of the car)
our grand quest,
our merry adventure?
Tree hunting,
garland strings of pine,
and the smell of
all things holiday…
Mix the same exactly,
as they did then,
to make a memory,
I now,
miss my whole life.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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