May Day Basket
May day basket where are you?
I opened my door this morning and
you were nowhere to be found.
Mommy forgot to put you there,
Grandma told me that when she
was a little girl, you were there
on her door step every May 1.
Grandma also told me of all the
pretty flowers and candy and
other nice things that were
inside a most beautiful basket.
Later mommy told me, we don't do
that any more sweetheart, those
days are gone forever.
written 5-2-11
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