At My Desk

Would love to sit at my desk.
Read poetry, history and science.
Write poems and stories about my life and times.
Fondle the treasures stored in all the drawers,
cubby-holes and secret storage compartments.
Sit with my grandson on my knee and
read him stories and tales of yore.
Check the time on my watch with him
and see if it is time to go for ice cream.
Or a walk to the park,
go fishing in a nearby pond or stream.
Go look for a puppy to adopt
or a book to borrow from the library.
Look at faded photographs and recall
dim memories so that they are vivid
and come to life once again.
And pass on the love and legends from
past generations to the newest lives.
Scriptures and stories.
Poems, prayers and promises.


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