When I was a child
I loved
the sound of rain & wind
on glass
as I curled up warm
under bedclothes.
In front of this fire,
I haven’t grown up
Rain and Wind
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When I was a child
I loved
the sound of rain & wind
on glass
as I curled up warm
under bedclothes.
In front of this fire,
I haven’t grown up
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 
Paul, I’m 58 years old and I am a child, too. I’m the “youngest” on a cold rainy afternoon, sitting on the porch wrapped in blankets. It takes me back to my youth, sleeping on the pick-nick table in a sleeping bag, snuggled down. Those were the nights.
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