My Porch Poem by cheryl davis miller
My Porch
My cousin built a porch for me
she built it in one day.
Simply to make me smile's what
her actions seemed to say.
She measured, sawed and leveled it
then nailed it safe and snug.
She gave a whole day of her life,
all for a cousin's hug.
I haven't seen her for some time
I miss her you may guess.
But ev'ry time I see my porch
her memory I bless.
cdm 5/22/16
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