I am so old now
But take my capsules each night
And dream of the past
And so remember
Those former halcyon days
And our walled garden
Busy bees working
Pollen sticking to their backs
Thanks for the nectar
On this hottest day
Invasion of kakydids
Come to say hello
On scorched driveway
Our active children hopping
Over the chalk marks
Wife tapping the gourd
Nearly ready for picking
I'll not intervene
Take toddler to shops
Oops! Now she is shoplifting
Candy in her hand
That's my crooked mind
Spreading memories again
Of long ago past
I'm back home again
Having an afternoon nap
Still dreaming of you
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Where can I get some of those capsules?
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Hee hee. I love this. :)
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Come to say hello" ... Did you mean that the kaTydids are coming to say hello?
You also need to add an "s" to your "Oops."
This is my favorite section:
"Wife tapping the gourd
Nearly ready for picking
I'll not intervene"
Perhaps all dream are really one dream...at the end of the dream, there are words, in the margin, that say, to be continued? Our life made up of little things, unimportant things....so very important to the foundation of who we are?
ReplyDeleteOh, this gives me chills. I went right along on the journey with you. Well done.
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