Idyllic Imperfect Poem by Bill Grace

Idyllic Imperfect



The happy chug of the washing machine
Washing whites left overnight to soak,
Daughter's weather forecast for the day
Between bites of breakfast pastry,
Mom sent off with a kiss,
The front porch and
Night lights through out the house turned off,
The shampooed dog of yesterday at side,
POETRY.
An almost perfect departure into the day
If only the kid could have mustered
Energy for an old man hug.

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