On a warm evening,
Sitting on the front porch,
Doing homework with my eight year old.
He pulled out his notebook,
And it read "poetry for home".
He read from it's pages,
Poems from Christmas,
His favorite time of year.
I watched his blue eyes look at me,
He was making sure I was listening,
If I wasn't,
He quickly reminded me that I should be.
And we wrote together..
Our own memories.
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