Magill Road
In the time when every sentence
began with the word Mommy,
I spread the ABC quilt under the blooming cherry
in front of the house where I thought we'd live forever.
We snacked on graham teddy bears, my little ones and I.
I told them stories, sang with them, wiped their faces.
Then we lay back, looking up
at the flurry of falling pink petals,
my arms full of giggles.
Rich beyond measure.
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