Poetry takes us down some beautiful roads. It is up to us to enjoy the journey.
Last year, the weather was clear
On the first Saturday in November
I took mama on a road trip
To the beautiful hill country
We smiled, laughed, talked about . . .
Nothing really
We just embraced the experiences
Lived in the moments
This year, the weather is hazy
On the first Saturday in November
I still can see her smile
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