To arrive home
To find myself
Laden
Laden with your love
Laden with your kindest thoughts
Laden with such treasure
With poems
With soft songs
With spring flowers
With all my memories
Such a burden
More than anyone
Could wish for
And so light
It spins my being
Lights a fire
Only my thankful tears
Could quench
A super
Septuagerian
Thank you kiss.
To all of you.
JL Feb 24 16:19
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