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Lilians's Kindness
I'm trying to count on these fingers the umbrellas
I've lost on windy days: wasn't it hard chasing them?
And swallowing raindrops, I challenged the mayhem!
Wasn't it funny laughing at the desperate fellows?
I'm drenched and so mad walking home a half mile,
doing this weary walk was a mere, worthless dime;
the nicest lady invited me in, " Drunk some tea, Jeff,
it'll do you good: wait until this rain tempers off! "
We chat while drinking tea and eating a delicious cake,
" I just moved in a week ago, I love this peaceful town! "
Lilian exclaims with a delightfulness of cheerful clown;
I thank her saying," Not many people can really bake! "
I get up and hug her, she does resemble my pretty mom,
" You are welcome anytime, neighbor; the door is always open! "
And with joyfulness in her glance, she's broken her norm;
I look up and sunlight peaks through: I wave at the pale sun!
Copyright ©
Andrew Crisci
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