Albert RivasA Poem by Ed FaganWritten for Patricio Rivas
Grandma's cooking up supper again,
Ol' Albert's working next door like mad. Memories of Lenorah stay true, as this Texas heat remains. The comforts of a childhood past, come flooding back again. Some things aren't meant to last, I quietly say a prayer. © 2022 Ed Fagan |
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Added on February 14, 2022 Last Updated on February 14, 2022 |

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