Come take my hand and we’ll invent our own planet
We’ll have picnics and hoedowns and garage sales without masks
We will laugh and smile and snicker and snort
Filled with joy and excitement, we will skate and swim.
Enthusiasm abounds that we left the pandemic on the other planet
What are you waiting for? Isn’t it our turn? Let’s go!
Let's be friends forever!
It was raining outside our window
And the kids were inside moping around
That’s when the idea hit me
To throw our first rainy day hoedown
I kicked off my bedroom slippers
Rolled up the legs to my long pants
Went outside where they could see me
And in the rain I started to dance
They watched, laughing from the window
Thinking Dad has finally lost his mind
Then their mother came out to join me
Splashing in the biggest puddle that we could find
One by one they joined the hoedown
As the rain continued to pour
When the sun, at last, broke through the clouds
They yelled, “Oh please, let it rain some more!”
Cloudy days no longer bothered them
As they journeyed into their adult life
And we still have rainy day hoedowns
With me do-si-do-ing with my wife
NOTE: This poem was inspired by a Blog posted by Mustic Rose. Thanks M.R.
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