Wind blows down Western Avenue as I follow your memory home waves crashing upon the shore of Lake Michigan creating ice bulbs that make no sense all the heartache has washed away i feel you in...
I was four yrs old tied into an orange life preserverload us all into the boatUncle SkipHe sure was Skipper of us allEveryone else lostI’m not even jokingAunt Pat mowing the lawn down to splinters and painKathy’s brownies oh...
That is beautiful. I like the ending