Our house in turmoil this weekend as boxes from the eaves were sorted through by offspring for memories that time leaves Precious things forgotten rekindled smiles and joy a purpose served, remembered by three girls and a boy
All adults now but children still to us in evening years this weekend of spring cleaning so full of warming cheers And each of us enriched by this affirming that we here can seize the day for joie de vivre with happiness quite clear
©Jmverse
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