three people read my poem a day shit that's three more than none WELCOME TO MY NEW HOME
Welcome here you all And my, you got so tall Mom, your hair looks great As usual dad is late
Latently late on such a day He hasn’t seen me since I went away Dad’s hip hurts and his hair is turning gray But the game of my being ever wrong he’ll still play
Mom, how’s Aunt Sally and Uncle Joe I know both of them move very slow Their son Derrick comes to visit when he’s able And he brings along his girlfriend named Mable
So tell me is the house in good shape? And how about that lovely landscape? I always loved that 300 year old oak And when I was a child I believed that tree and me spoke
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Lovely poem about family life.
Christina