Monday, July 21, 2008


I wrote this a number of years ago, and my son, who was rather young, thought it was neat, and pretty, he started writing his own poems.
I often wonder if he still writes any, or has given up on expressing himself this way.

I thought about you yesterday;
and then, I did it again today.
I thought that lunch would be great;
and then you said, you'd already ate.
I thought then, we'd sit and chat;
and then you said, you're not into that.
I thought of a time, way back when;
and then you said, that was way back then.
I thought about you again today;
but then, maybe its better that way.

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