the glasses fall
they bleed their wine
our stories agree
on paths of memory
they bleed their wine
our stories agree
on paths of memory
we're at last call
see banter and comfort
touch everyone
and as we're nearly done
I thank you, all
you aimed for music
told the song
of where we may belong
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*Note: A ditty Nu helped me make as we put away last night's party.
Pic: A handsome frog sunning himself at our pond. No kisses or crown needed.
3 comments:
Nice picture.
Do you mean Nu helped write the poem?
Steph--we were tossing rhymes back and forth. We did that for years until tween Nu accidentally rhymed "fields of corn" with... "porn" and then the whole family laughed and Nu became too self-conscious to rhyme for a while. I'm glad they're doing it again!
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