Song for Lily and Charlotte

There is no time like the present but no present like ice cream on a summer afternoon

with you beside me in the car and you in the back seat

well before the days of work life and strife,

when all that concerns us is chocolate or vanilla, leaving room for dinner

and all that’s to come.

Categories: poetry, writing

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6 replies

  1. I just sent SMS to my 35 y.o. professional boxer son, signing off Love. Bloody messenger wanted to attach all kinds of schmaltxy gifs.
    I like your poem much more, Bill.

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  2. All that’s to come … as yet still mystery! Ice cream is a great choice for the now.

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