Sunday, August 16, 2020

Sit and Wonder and Read and Write Something and Wonder

When my daughter grows
Bored sitting by me,
Mild mornings outside

These past years, she goes
Back inside. One time
She sighed and said, Pa,

If I left you here
You’d probably sit
And wonder and read,

Write something and wonder
The whole day. Come on,
Come in. Play. Ok?

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