Spooks

Sunbeams through the window,

orange juice in my cup,

drip coffee brewing,

and a lil' barking pup.
Smiling and dancing,

and soft, clapping hands,

bubbles and washing

and marching in bands.

Joy runs through the hall

and plays in the grass;

sits in the lawn chair

as squirrels skitter past.

Sunflowers reaching



a sparkling sky,

pinwheels spinning,

a sweet lullaby.

Jesus loves me,

and gruff billy goats,

gingerbread running,

and tub sail boats.

Giggling and snuggling

under rose-budded sheets,

stroking my hair

as I give in to sleep.

Growing and distance

as time travels by,

talking and tears

and wondering why.

Pictures and letters,

visits and calls,

children, new joys,

and spooks to recall.

One last reunion

with giggles and tears,

loud voices straining

for beautiful ears.

Last time to sing,

to hold her soft hands,

go now to see Jesus

and march in his band.

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