Moms StoriesA Poem by flaco
The stories she told- so often- go unspoken now as she is gone. I did not really listen then -the repeated stories from an old lady If I could
I would like to hear her -one more time tell me a story - -one I know by heart --have heard many times - could repeat on my own
My eyes would not
roll nor would I mention that I knew that one No I would sit - I would
listen -- I would smile Like I did when I was 5 © 2018 flacoReviews
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