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In you came, with the summer.

With your Beatles and your books and your clubs. Your romantic poetry, baseball-loving, barbecue-cooking self.

In you came with the Sierra wind, brown-eyed, broad smile, beer goggles at a Neil Young concert.         

Sat on the Shakespearean beach and drank in the moonlight. We sipped the Divine cure for loneliness and heartache and have tended to the seedlings of our dreams.

Kissed our soles and souls then hand-in-hand we’ve made each other laugh, making a life and a marriage, together.

Years of  “I Love Yous,”

In all, 21.

Memories, They Can’t be Boughten*

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This is the house that Papa built.

This is the dresser

That stood in the house that Papa built.

This is the drawer,

That broke the dresser,

That stood in the house that Papa built.

These are the goods all in turmoil,

That lay in the drawer,

That broke the dresser

That stood in the house that Papa built.

This is the wife tired of toil,

Who sorted the goods all in turmoil,

That lay in the drawer,

That broke the dresser

That stood in the house that Papa built.

These are dear children, comic and foil,

Who humored the wife tired of toil,

Who sorted the goods all in turmoil,

That lay in the drawer,

That broke the dresser

That stood in the house that Papa built.

First grade treasure based on the children’s favorite, “The Snowman.”

Out poured the keepsakes, saved from spoil,

To delight the dear children, comic and foil,

Who humored the wife tired of toil,

Who sorted the goods all in turmoil,

That lay in the drawer,

That broke the dresser

That stood in the house that Papa built.
Four cheers for family with new-found riches royal,

Who revel in keepsakes, saved from spoil,

To delight the dear children, comic and foil,

Part Deux: “The Snowman.”

Who humored the wife tired of toil,

Who sorted the goods all in turmoil,

That lay in the drawer,

That broke the dresser

That stood in the house that Papa built. 

A treasure from the first day of Kindergarten

** Title inspired by Lyrics from John Prine’s “Souvenirs”

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Thank you Mother Goose for your inspiration.