Sunday, June 16, 2013

A Father's Day Poem by My Sister Sally

Letters of Our Days

A, E, I, O, U:

These were all the five

So select letters in being

Standby for someday,

The imagined who at noon can see

Indifferently the hollow of

Moonlight and sometimes “Y” . . .

The sun in the only
One center of the galaxy
Once upon a time:


Dear Papa,

How are you? I am fine. Having a wonderful time.

Wish you were here.



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