Martha M. Fuller

(Westbrook, CT, USA)

Day's End

The fire's remaining sparks are fading,
As I tenderly fold this book,
Closing the well worn cover,
And placing him, near his nook.
May he rest as I, 'til tomorrow's eve,
When again, we join our hands,
And play "hopscotch" among the words,
And escape to fairylands.
Distance may separate us, dear Dad,

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