
St. Patrick’s Day Poem
the sun is shining through the geranium leaves dappling the floor with gold the warmth heats these old bones as I sit in the healing warmth crocheting a clover chain St. Patrick’s day is near but my children are grown and flown gone are the days of bringing totes filled with a plethora of decorations for any holiday gone are the days of the house filled with friends baking cookies for hungry stomachs laughter ringing through the halls I have left my small Christmas tree on the old metal milk can in the living room I should have crocheted a Valentine’s heart chain to decorate it’s green boughs with pink white and reds I was remiss in the darkness of winter but today, sitting here in the warming rays of sun the green yarn asked to be created with so clover it is a chain to decorate just a little not like then like now just for me…
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