. . . reminiscing is best
eight thousand pictures
to flow thru - each year
went fast - a pup here,
a roof there, the lake
the park across the busy
street, the gate: to open
or not: the cold, the wind
each tree that fell to light
the windows placed: a pane
at a time: there was not much
time to pause btwn the drives
and the eating and sleeping &
the now and again to wake up
in strong arms
