Swell Time

Moving forward, just not sure where we're going, but at least we're having a swell time when we do it.



She pushed her cart around the store,
She needed new dishes.
Moving into a new place.
The first time in her life,
She would be living along.
Before moving,
There was so much stuff,
So much to go through.
She wanted to hold onto some memories,
But her son knew best,
Said most of it was junk
And sold the rest.
Her cart is filled with base essentials,
Just what she will need.
She gets to the dishes,
They are all packaged in sets.
Her son catches her as she stares.
Do you like this one?
All she can think is,
What will I do with a full set of dishes?



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This entry was posted on March 28, 2018 by in parent, poem, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , .
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