Tell Me a Story
I remember those days
When my daughter Lori
Went to bed and would say
Tell me a story
Of you and your sisters
And the rest of your
family
So I would stir up
All in my memory
Of all we played
In the trees and the hills
Of bicycle and sled rides
Of walking on stilts
Of walking in the rain
Or playing in the snow
Of summer vacations
To Delaware, we’d go
Of neighborhood kids
forming
The Sunflower band
Or trying to make money
At our lemonade stand
Or splashing in the creek
Since we didn’t have a
pool
And of all of the things
We did in our small school
Till amidst her stuffed
animals
She would fall asleep
Until the next night
And she would repeat
“Tell me a story.”
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