Pussywillows Live In Our Hearts
PUSSY WILLOWS LIVE IN OUR HEARTS
The catkins, silver flamed, light up each branch.
I choose a bunch to brighten up a room,
to celebrate this Dingus Day of Spring.
We gobble gab, with pierogies on hand,
and sip our wine, and beer. We lift, we cheer -
To life! Then bow our heads for those we mourn.
6/8/2107
In memory of my uncle and cousin
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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