2019 #146

Looking at pictures,

From a child to youth to man,

Son, you fill my heart.

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Somedays, I wish we lived closer to our son. LA is to far away and phone calls are never enough.

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2019 #144

Winter nips, fall runs,

Sweaters are never warm enough,

Maybe two will work.

Picture from the internet.

2019 #140

Rain obscures the sun

On the edge of winter cold,

Long gone summer’s gift,

2019 #139

Leaves turning yellow,

Trees in holiday colors

Arching in the wind.