Roxanne Dubarry

(October 4,1954 / Seattle, Washington)

'Summer Time is finally here.'


All during the winter's season of the year, my mother dear, would long for the summer time to finally come here.
'I'm tried of the grey rainy cloudy days. Dear Lord please make them go away... Basically, I'm a summer person, ' she would explain.
And I am telling you that my short little poem is all too true. She would become a more cheerful person with the returning of the summer
time's sun.

Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013

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This poem has been revised by me on March 25,2013. My mother, Eleanor May Dubarry, died on June 4,2007. She had just turned 79 years old on May 31,2007. She is really missed by family and friends.

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