Not To Be Forgotten
Our
grandson
(then age four)
trailed behind his
parents as we stood
by our door. At their car,
he turned. . . Something was amiss.
He bounded back, climbed our porch steps
(with my husband's aid), then reaching up
to me, said, "I forgot the hug and kiss!"
For Black Eyed Susan's "Forgotten" Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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