Home for the HolidaysA Poem by Willard WellsFor lack of a better term Prose“Over the River and through the Woods to grandma's house we go”.
Have you checked on grandma lately?? Grandma don't live over no river And not through the woods, NO.
She's in Florida Left no forwarding address. For birthdays and Christmas She sends cards and money
That say from anonymous.
The only time we hear from her Is if there's a Madonna concert You know their about that same age
Menopause was left behind And then replaced Jazzercise, yoga, spinning Running and last but not least
That personal trainer To get her in shape And she hopes She might even get a date © 2015 Willard WellsAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on June 7, 2015 Last Updated on June 8, 2015 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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