On the 4th of July
Today, they’ll fire up the grill
For burgers, hot dogs, ribs
And hungry guests will gather ‘round
To point and claim first dibs.
I will not be among them,
Though I’ll not be too forlorn;
My husband mashed potatoes
And made chicken and some corn.
At night there will be fireworks
But we will not attend.
We’ll watch a Netflix series
Where we’re almost at the end.
We might hear firecrackers boom
When we are close to sleep.
I’ll think of Independence Day
And hope we’ll somehow keep
The promises the founding fathers
Set in ink back then,
But fear those words will not be honored,
In our lives, again.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2025
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