Inward Thoughts Of An Old Husband - Poem by RIC BASTASA
Gifts of clothing and toys, just because
we really need to give.
Trying to keep up with a fast crawling baby.
(a niece actually, for we can never
The end of the biannual clothing rearranging/swapping/packing/organizing
(things that she is learning
to offer to the neighborhood
sense of community) .
McDonald’s Caramel Frappé
(she is getting fatter
everyday but how can
she help it?)
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