the dazzling days in sparkling sun
of never ending summer fun
or whistling window nights in bed
when covers covered every head
perhaps the drifting supper call
so warm, and comfort in the fall
then times near sleep upon a knee
to hear the words too tired to see
surrounded at the table’s grace
nowhere to turn without a face
of smiling joy, for you are there
time passing slowly, have no care
to fill another boundless tome
wherein minutiae of home
©2011 Hey Hey
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